Being a brother is always hard. Not only that you have to remain as the father figure of your younger siblings, but you are also the strength of your mother to assist her when your father is away.
And despite all that, Othello had nothing to worry about.
It wasn't hard for him, because he never experienced becoming one, as he had already left the side of his sister when she was born, and came back late to see her.
If he had the power to go back in time, he would. He would leap down from the trees and approach her playing with the sand and sticks. He would tap her on the shoulder and tell her that she was her brother.
But he couldn't.
He didn't want Asty to get involved with the things he started when he left. He didn't want Asty to get caught in a situation. He didn't want Asty to see him and reject him, for he was a Night Hallow.
But one night, after 19 years of looking after her from behind the shadows and keeping her from ha
"Excuse me,"Othello stood up and abruptly dragged his feet outside the dining hall, leaving his plate of food half-full. Chaol, who was bringing a few portions of salmon in his mouth, looks at Asty.He saw how her eyes lowered and how her shoulder slumped down. She had already finished her food, thankfully."Chaol," she called out to him, to which he immediately responded."I'm listening.""Would you tell me more about my brother?"Chaol puts down his utensils and wiped the stain from his lips gently with the napkin. He then fixed his robe, making sure that he was feeling comfortable for the storytelling."Your brother, is a handful man."Asty looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry about him.""Disciplining him was tedious and kept doing things that nobody in this household wanted him to do. He sucked at every chore he was assigned to and only exploited us of food and shelter. He did nothing to contribute and was rath
Othello gritted his teeth when his sister starts to walk away from him. She didn't want to return home with him, and that makes him worry more. He cannot leave her in here for much longer.Because he knew what fate had in store for her. He could see him only by looking at her from afar, especially when his former master, Chaol Dremurr comes in view.He clenched his calloused fists into a tight ball.'That moron should've done some research before lunging onto half-assed decisions!' he cursed under his breath. The anger he felt for the count was unbearable.Suddenly, he hears a faint clap behind him. He turned himself backward in a compelling and predatory manner, which caused the male to stop dead at his tracks.Everyone that approached him when he's pissed off, dies."How miserable.""This game that you started isn't entertaining Chaol." he snickered at him bitterly. "You will yourself losing, I am sure of it.""How can I lose
Chaol found a boy in the woods.It was on the 3rd of May, while the sun sets from the horizons when he found him. He was pale as snow, crouching beside the huge redwood, with his knees tucked against his arms. His eyes were fixed in a blank distance ahead of him. The young boy was flimsy and short. His eyes were dead and his lips were chapped and blue.Chaol was not very fond of adopting children into his castle, but there were times when there was an exception. He would only invite them if he sees them fit to live and serve him.He gently approached him and lowered himself to call out to him, softly."Hello there...""Get lost." the boy immediately spat at him. "Get lost or I will kill you.""Unfortunately, you can't." Chaol mimics a sad face and sat beside him. "So, how did you die?""I'm not dead." he hissed at him."A half breed then? Interesting, I haven't talked to a mongrel such as you are, in years."
It took many months before Chaol finally learned the little boy's name. He let him stay inside his castle but the other inhabitants weren't too happy about it."Othello!" the garden yelled from afar, holding the rake in his hands.Othello emerged from behind the shed, with his head lowered to the ground. He scratched the back of his nape and made the 'tsk' sound."Come here, boy." the gardener invited him.But Othello knew well that he wasn't going to be very friendly with him. He had broken the shovel of the gardener a few days ago and hid it behind the bushes."Othello." the gardener bellowed at him. "Would you care to explain what the hell is this?" he showed him the two broken pieces of the shovel in his hands. "How in the goddamn world did this break, Othello?"The shovel was snapped into two."I didn't do it." he lied to him."Your face says it all." the gardener hissed at him. "Why do you have to lie, goddamn it?"
Everyone was gathered near the fireplace, staring at each other’s faces as if they are in need of something to say. Yvonne whose body was covered with bandages stared at Othello with scorn on her face. Othello rolled his eyes at the woman.“Alright, now. It’s time for the both of you to apologize to each other.” Lana tells them with a strict voice. She was always the one in-charge after the gardener had left.Asty pinched Othello’s arm and encouraged him to do so and of course, he wasn’t able to deny it. With his brows furrowed in shame h looked at Yvonne and breathed. “Sorry.”The household nodded in surprise because it was their first time hearing Othello apologizing for his mistakes. Yvonne averted her eyes away and replied. “Yeah, same here. Sorry.”Chaol raised his brows at the two. He couldn’t tell if their reconciliation was genuine or it was merely an act. &l
"I don't deserve you." The count's words pierced upon her heart like an unexpected rejection. She felt every vein on her vibrate in mixed emotions as the male's words echoed upon her mind. Even with her gleaming sunset orbs, she saw how pained the count gazed at her. "I'm sorry I barged inside, please dress up. You'll catch a cold." She grabbed onto his sleeves and tugged them gently, halting his movements, midway. "What is it?" Asty clutched the blanket on her chest and lowered her head. "Please don't say that again." Chaol stared at her with an unverified expression of confusion and guilt. "What?" "Please don't say that you don't deserve me. I am just a mere commonplace woman who was lucky enough to be gifted by this blood that you sought. It isn't anything unique." "I'm not referring to that—" "And moreover, a woman like me shouldn't be praised highly by someone as magnificent and powerful as you." she co
Asty woke up to the sound of cogs and wheels. She only opened her eyes and lifted herself as the sun shone brightly from the window. She felt her whole body ache from soreness when she tried to stand up.Slowly making her way to fold the curtain, she finds a fancy carriage in front of the gate. She squinted her eyes to see more. Owl opened them and the carriage proceeded to park inside."A visitor?" she asked herself. She shrugged her shoulders and aimed for her bathroom to start her morning routine.When she was finished, she slips into her usual outfit and headed outside to see who the person in the carriage was. As Asty walked out of the right-wing, she saw Chaol standing above the staircase, as if anticipating someone's arrival. She ignored the male and continued to take the stairs down.The count stole glances at her as she descended. He was quite offended when the woman did not even bother to
As they were busy helping to prepare the meals in the kitchen, Asty's troubled mind was put to ease. It was a new day and therefore it is time for her to forget what happened yesterday. It was time for her to forget the embarrassment and humiliation that the countess had caused her. She shared a few terrible words about her appearance and style. Lana told her that she didn't need to listen to her, to which she agreed. She would never stoop down to her level and amuse her. "We're missing something." Lana whispered to her as he mixed the food she was cooking. "I'll go get it from the pantry. What is it?""No, I'll get it myself." Lana chuckled at her."No, it's fine. I can get it." "Are you sure?""It's just a favor I'm doing for you, Lana." she smiled at her. "Then would you please take two lemons, a pouch of raisins, and a stick of butter, please?""Coming right up!" S