Elton fell silent as the door swung open to reveal the two men, and everyone turned around to stare directly at him. Even Kateliana, who he had thought would be disgusted to even at the sight of him. He met her gaze, seeing that she narrowed her eyes at the sight of him, and his suspicions were confirmed; she wasn't enthralled to see him, which was at least more than he had expected. In his mind, he had even considered her standing up angrily and shouting at him then and there. Perhaps it was good that she had not done something like that. The fewer people that knew what happened, the better. Silently he approached his chair, aware that everyone was watching his every move. He didn't seem to mind in the slightest as he drew out his chair, angling it as far away as Kateliana as he dared. After all, he didn't want any questions to arise. The man sitting on his other side didn't seem to notice, or mind, for that, and he was relieved as he leaned ever-so-slightly away from the gap between the two of them. If Kateliana noticed, so be it. She probably would be grateful for it, as he noticed that she was almost glued to her brother.
As the meeting began, he felt a slight bit relieved as the gazes of the people shifted to the king once again. The news Alexander spoke wasn't news to him, as Antonius had already informed him about everything that was going on. There was no question in his mind as to who the people coming against them were, and he didn't seem too interested in the meeting as they went on to state the obvious. In fact, he didn't look up from the table until Kateliana began to speak, and only then it was to watch her as she stood, admiring her from a distance. It was, most likely, one of the last chances he would get to look at her. He absorbed everything she said, over-analyzing every word of it, trying to find second meaning. He didn't want to be there, in the meeting; the thing he wanted - needed to talk to her. To tell her he was sorry... But that would be futile, for she wouldn't want to hear a word he had to say.
He faintly heard the king speak to him once Kateliana had finished speaking, and eventually he tore his gaze from Kateliana as she retook his seat. Everyone had turned to look at him again, and he swept his gaze along all of the men, all of whom looked surprised as he finally looked at someone other than Kateliana and the king. They all watched, waiting for him to tell them who this enemy was. When they had spoken, he had noted that they had all stood up to address anyone. He, however, didn't move at all as he sat there. He waited as long as he thought he could, then finally cleared his throat. Everyone leaned forward ever-so-slightly as they thought he was about to speak.
"No," he said finally, his voice firm, as if demanding that no one press him for details. "I do not." It was a lie, though no one would ever possibly detect it, for his voice sounded completely normal, despite the nonchalant tone. He wasn't going to tell them that it was Sergio. After all, why would he? It would just scare them to know what the man was capable of, and he wasn't about to do that. It was unnecessary, for they had no reason to know. They would only panic, and desperately attempt to prepare for the battle that they would never fight. If they did fight it, they would all die. He would be sure that the battle would not take place; it was the least he could do. Though he was still unsure of how he was going to manage it, there had to be a solution, and he wouldn't sleep until he found it.
They all seemed to tell that he wouldn't speak anymore than that, and some of them looked openly hostile, some muttering to each other that he obviously didn't 'care' about Fortuna. If only you knew, Elton thought bitterly, wishing for a brief second that he could storm out of the meeting room. His empty gaze returned to the table as he crossed his arms, obviously done speaking, or giving any information of the sort. He would help them, of course, to prepare the army. For another battle, since they obviously weren't ready to fight now.
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Marcel blinked in surprise as she flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Then he smiled, hugging her back. She was his savior, and he owed her everything. The thought that she - neither one of them - judged him for stealing warmed his heart, and he wanted to repay them for being so kind-hearted. It was more than he deserved, after all.
As Daelen interrupted, his eyes twinkled with happiness, and he released Allegra, nodding to the boy. "Let us leave," he declared. He would make it up to Fortuna; this wouldn't stay like this, and he would never steal again. It was a vow he was determined to keep.
(Perhaps in the next post I'll introduce the new character 8 D)
As the meeting began, he felt a slight bit relieved as the gazes of the people shifted to the king once again. The news Alexander spoke wasn't news to him, as Antonius had already informed him about everything that was going on. There was no question in his mind as to who the people coming against them were, and he didn't seem too interested in the meeting as they went on to state the obvious. In fact, he didn't look up from the table until Kateliana began to speak, and only then it was to watch her as she stood, admiring her from a distance. It was, most likely, one of the last chances he would get to look at her. He absorbed everything she said, over-analyzing every word of it, trying to find second meaning. He didn't want to be there, in the meeting; the thing he wanted - needed to talk to her. To tell her he was sorry... But that would be futile, for she wouldn't want to hear a word he had to say.
He faintly heard the king speak to him once Kateliana had finished speaking, and eventually he tore his gaze from Kateliana as she retook his seat. Everyone had turned to look at him again, and he swept his gaze along all of the men, all of whom looked surprised as he finally looked at someone other than Kateliana and the king. They all watched, waiting for him to tell them who this enemy was. When they had spoken, he had noted that they had all stood up to address anyone. He, however, didn't move at all as he sat there. He waited as long as he thought he could, then finally cleared his throat. Everyone leaned forward ever-so-slightly as they thought he was about to speak.
"No," he said finally, his voice firm, as if demanding that no one press him for details. "I do not." It was a lie, though no one would ever possibly detect it, for his voice sounded completely normal, despite the nonchalant tone. He wasn't going to tell them that it was Sergio. After all, why would he? It would just scare them to know what the man was capable of, and he wasn't about to do that. It was unnecessary, for they had no reason to know. They would only panic, and desperately attempt to prepare for the battle that they would never fight. If they did fight it, they would all die. He would be sure that the battle would not take place; it was the least he could do. Though he was still unsure of how he was going to manage it, there had to be a solution, and he wouldn't sleep until he found it.
They all seemed to tell that he wouldn't speak anymore than that, and some of them looked openly hostile, some muttering to each other that he obviously didn't 'care' about Fortuna. If only you knew, Elton thought bitterly, wishing for a brief second that he could storm out of the meeting room. His empty gaze returned to the table as he crossed his arms, obviously done speaking, or giving any information of the sort. He would help them, of course, to prepare the army. For another battle, since they obviously weren't ready to fight now.
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Marcel blinked in surprise as she flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Then he smiled, hugging her back. She was his savior, and he owed her everything. The thought that she - neither one of them - judged him for stealing warmed his heart, and he wanted to repay them for being so kind-hearted. It was more than he deserved, after all.
As Daelen interrupted, his eyes twinkled with happiness, and he released Allegra, nodding to the boy. "Let us leave," he declared. He would make it up to Fortuna; this wouldn't stay like this, and he would never steal again. It was a vow he was determined to keep.
(Perhaps in the next post I'll introduce the new character 8 D)