"Bye, everyone!" Asty waved her hands at their fading silhouettes. Noelle, Mrs. Pickinns waved back at the departing carriage. "Be careful, Asty. Don't lean out too much, you'll get hit by a tree..." Lana cautioned her. Asty withdrew from the window and properly sits on her chair. "Are we heading to the palace?" she asked them."Yes." Chaol confirmed. "The king will always want to see your well-being."Asty nodded. "Okay." It took a long amount of time before the carriage finally reached the capital, Asty was again, showered by that feeling of warmth as she gazed at the beautiful grandeur of the soaring palace towers. Every time she visits this place, it would never fail to amaze her. Every day the palace had always something new. And those new things for just simply wonderful. Owl parked their carriage inside the palace gates. It was already dusk, and Asty couldn't help but fawn over those

Chaol assists Asty up in the carriage, before going inside. It was already seven in the evening and it was time for them to head back home.The country beside Asty and closed the door behind him. Yvonne who was now in charge of navigating the carriage started to lead the horse."How did you find today's visit, Asty?" Chaol asked the woman beside her, nonchalantly as he pulled a cigarette."Still fun as it was before, thank you for taking me out today, Chaol.""Of course."There was an awkward silence between them that Lana and Owl could see. At first, they tried to ignore it, but Chaol was too obvious to them. They pretended a cough to a little to signal him of his very obvious actions. Chaol glared at them and rolled his eyes.Asty stared at him for much longer which Chaol immediately noticed. He turned his head on her and raised a brow. "What is it?""N-Nothing..."Chaol nudged Owl's foot and dilated his pupils, asking him wh

 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

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

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?"