Roksu closed the book he was reading as a rap against the side of the carriage door resounded near him. Cale had, eventually, moved to the seat opposite to him and was also reading a novel he'd brought along. Roksu opened the window, pulling the curtain so it remained open. Ron's smiling face shocked him and he felt shudders go along his back.
"Oh, Young Master Roksu, my apologies. Did I startle you?" Ron asked.
Roksu cursed in his head, 'You vicious old man!! We've barely left the territory!'
He cleared his throat, "No."
Cale spoke after hearing Ron's voice, "Ron. What is it?"
"We're approaching Disheller. It is within our sight,"
Roksu checked his watch quickly, before nodding, "Alright,"
Cale called out, "Ron, they should let us through without much effort because of the sigil on the carriage. If they are being difficult, I'll be tempted to show my face,"
Ron nodded, "I understand, young master,"
Roksu closed the window and drew the curtain again. He recalled the information about the properties and their plan for this journey, "Disheller is on the cusp between the Tolz and Henituse Territories,"
"It falls under our jurisdiction but serves as the checkpoint for travelers and merchants going through the territories," Cale nodded.
"Hm, it's quite a decent town, isn't it?"
"A lot of our border towns are decently sized," Cale explained, "We're the corner of the kingdom, but one of the pillars of the market and one of the richest houses. Additionally, our marble is unmatched and our trade is constant. Border towns between territories have often grown to house merchants and travelers, along with artists that look for opportunity,"
If Roksu didn't know any better, he'd think Cale was flaunting.
"It's good," Roksu smiled, "It means as long we're within the Henituse County, we're well protected,"
Cale clicked his tongue, "No one would dare to harm a member of this entourage, especially if I'm with you,"
Roksu nodded, agreeing in his mind, 'Yes. Who would dare to harm the first heir and the unpredictable noble that was Cale Henituse?'
Really, being around Cale was one of the safest places Roksu could think of. He mentally applauded himself for his decision to get close to Cale before.
The carriage soon slowed down until it came to a complete stop. Both Cale and Roksu had closed their books, keeping themselves attentive for any situation. Cale had slightly clicked open the window to his left so they could catch word of the exchange outside.
"--Captain Hilsman of the Henituse County Knights Brigade escorting the First Young Master Cale Henituse and the Young Master Roksu of the Nyphan Artistry,"
Roksu took note of Cale's posture straightening up, his head tilting towards the window and his expression turning to one of interest. Roksu held his question as an unfamiliar voice, most likely a guard at the entrance of the town, responded, obviously surprised at the party, "We- we have not received word of this visitation,"
"Since when does Henituse County require to send a prior notice to roam its land?" Vice Captain Hilsman sharply remarked.
Cale's opinion on the vice captain quickly changed. His lips curled up with interest and his red eyes glistened, "...ho..."
Roksu shuddered at the sight, 'What's this crazy punk thinking now?'
"My apologies, that is not what I meant to imply," the guard reflected. He spoke up again quickly though, "However...as per policy, we require identification proof of all persons entering Disheller,"
"...I have not heard of such a strict policy being enforced," Roksu frowned, "Isn't the golden turtle enough?"
Cale's eyes had narrowed as well, "It should be. Furthermore, at the sound of my presence, anyone in this territory ought to obey and ask questions later. Has something occurred that the Baron has yet to inform us of?"
The 'Baron' Cale referenced is Baron Haspel. A subordinate of the Henituse County. Additionally, the Haspel family is the noble family that looks after Disheller. The family is relatively weak and they are of average wealth for a Baron. Their biggest pride is that they have served the Henituse Family and taken care of Disheller for generations. They are often swept under in the vast list of subordinates that the Henituse County has, as they are not very extraordinary. The family is of average appearance and average talent. Nonetheless, the Count treats them well and Disheller's growth is thanks to their orders.
Cale debated whether he should exit the carriage and deal with the matter. However, he had a gut feeling that even his physical appearance wouldn't be enough. He pulled open the curtain and opened the window further. The movement caught the eye of a few nearby guards, including Ron. The butler was stationed right beside the carriage and thus met Cale's gaze through the open gap, "Ron. The Vice Captain,"
Ron nodded and spoke up, cutting the conversation happening at the front, "Vice Captain. Young Master Cale has requested you,"
"Ah," Hilsman let out. 'He must be wondering why we've remained at a stop for this long'
Hilsman walked towards the carriage, greeting Cale as per etiquette. Cale asked coldly, "Report,"
"Young Master, we seem to be required to show our documentation to enter Disheller,"
"Is the sigil on the carriage not enough?"
"No, young master. I have even mentioned your and Young Master Roksu's presence, but the guard insists it is not enough to simply show a card. He must have house documentation, physical status, along with the regular plaque,"
Cale narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a moment, as if thinking. He then lowered his voice so only Roksu, Hilsman, and Ron could hear him, "Vice Captain. Proceed with what the guard asks. Do whatever we must to gain entry. In return," Cale gave Hilsman a cold glare, "Give the order to remain vigilant. Split up your guards. Have some roam the city under the guise of tourism and gaining information about the artistry in the area under our orders. In reality, gather all information about the functioning of the city and the laws and regulations. Any incidents, big or small. The remaining guards are to come with us to Baron Haspel's estate. Do not cause a scene or draw attention to yourself. If you can, have them hide the sigils and act as mercenaries or common folk. Perform this for three hours,"
Hilsman stared at Cale with slightly widened eyes. He then fixed his expression and gave a salute, before returning to the guard and requesting for his patience as they gathered the documents. The guard simply nodded and motioned them to come to the side of the road. Hilsman ordered everyone to dismount and gather their items, going to talk between groups and the head of the Nyphan Knights, passing the orders of the Young Master discreetly. As it was a legal issue, Cale and Roksu left one of the carriage doors open so their physical status could be confirmed by the guards and so the two of them could observe the guards at the entrance.
Disheller was a border town and thus had a usually stern security line. However, the Henituse County sigil was usually irrefutable. To prove themselves, they often just handed over their identity plaques to confirm the identity of the person inside the carriage. As such, the extra requirements and instructions were odd.
"You think it's weird too, right?" Cale asked.
"Of course," Roksu nodded. He sighed, "Seriously, we've barely been outside and we're already running into trouble,"
Cale chuckled softly, "To be honest, this could be an overreaction on my part. It's quite possible that there was a fraud case or a criminal had gotten into town via false identification and the Baron had only just found the case out, thus tightening security but word of the incident is yet to reach the Count,"
"Let's hope it is just that, then,"
It took a little under ten minutes for the entire ordeal to be resolved. Soon, the carriage was moving through the front entrance. As they entered, one of the knights asked about roaming around to further set up the ruse decided upon. Vice Captain granted his permission and a mix of Henituse and Nyphan knights split from the escort. The carriage then picked up speed and made headway to the gated manor located in the center of the area.
The guards stationed about bowed upon seeing the carriage, no doubt received word from the gate about the arrival of Cale himself. As such, it was with little difficulty they entered the grounds and the carriage stopped in front of the two story manor built of entirely granite. It was larger than the average villa and stretched into the shape of an unfinished rectangle creating an outward appearance of three wings: Central, East, and West.
After dismounting, Ron opened the carriage door and Cale stepped out with a cold expression followed by Roksu.
"Let's head inside. We can check the building tomorrow," Cale instructed.
Roksu nodded, falling in step just behind Cale as they approached the door. A few steps away, the double doors flew open and a startled looking man with a slightly bald head and a goatee exited. He was wearing a neatly tailored brown suit and a fancy display of rings.
"Y-Young Master Cale!!" Baron Haspel greeted warmly, "So it's true you've honored me with your presence! I have already instructed quarters to be ready for you and your companions,"
Cale stared at him without so much of a change in expression. He passed the Baron, exuding arrogance, "Will it be as much of a hassle as the unannounced change in protocol?"
The Baron paled and he laughed, shaking his head as he hurriedly kept pace with Cale who had entered the manor as if he owned it, "Not- not at all! I'll be sure to better educate the guards!"
Cale noted that the Baron didn't comment on the protocol change or give a reason why such a thing occurred. Cale feigned ignorance to the lack of information and he glanced back at Ron, giving the man a sharp look to investigate the matter from within the manor. Ron simply smiled wider and spoke up, "Baron Haspel. My Young Master and Young Master Roksu are both quite exhausted. Might we have them settled in?"
"Of course!! Y-you there!! Guide the Young Masters!! Aâand send word to the kitchen to have dinner prepared extra! Inform my wife and children we'll be accommodating guests!!"
"Baron," Cale turned to the man who was messily throwing orders.
"Yes, young master!"
"My room. Make it next to Young Master Roksu," Cale motioned to the black-haired male with him.
Baron Haspel turned his gaze to the man he'd hardly heard about and gave him a subtle up and down. His eyes were obviously wondering about the man dressed in the attire of a noble, yet with a name he does not know. Furthermore, the person was traveling with Cale Henituse. The Baron made note for his people to investigate the name.
He smiled politely at Roksu, only nodding his head in greeting before turning and aiming to please Cale with an enthusiastic agreement, "Of course!"
Roksu watched the entire thing with light amusement. He knew the Baron was judging him and the lack of title, but with Cale around and no indication of their connection, the Baron didn't dare to show any sort of slight. Really, to think just the Henituse name was this powerful.
The manor of the Haspel Family was well-kept yet hardly held a flame to display of the Henituse Castle. Even the Nyphan Manor had a better feel. It was obvious the Haspel Family took great consideration into appearances. Everything was ornate and fancy, yet obviously professionally laid out to resemble a balance and not a fancy flaunt. Roksu took note of the clothes the Baron wore again. It seemed simple at a quick glance but the quality was high. Additionally, the dazzling display of gold and gemmed rings, gemmed wrist cuffs, and a sparkling gold pocket watch chain clipped to his waistcoat all were elements of wealth.
Roksu glanced at Cale who was listening to the Baron's mindless praises and sucking up with a bored face. Someone of Cale's stature, no matter his reputation, was no stranger to these sorts of people. Commoners and aristocrats. Such characters are found across class and race.
"This way, Young Master Cale, Young Master Roksu,"
"Please excuse me for being unable to personal escort youâ"
"You're excused," Cale stopped the flattery before it came. He sighed and had already begun to step away from the Baron, "We've had quite a ride. Allow us to continue conversing at the table,"
Roksu gave the Baron a short bow, taking note of the way the man's expression twitched in displeasure at the shallow bow and lack of proper introduction, before silently following after Cale. The two of them didn't glance back as the Baron cheerily echoed his agreement. Behind the two young men, Ron and Balint had already taken to following. The young man guiding them brought them up to the second floor of the estate and then to the east wing. As they passed by a few windows, Roksu noted the view of the estate grounds. He smiled subtly, 'Another round of flaunting. They're really going all in. Is it because it's Cale or the Henituse name itself?'
"Here you are, young masters," The servant addressed them in a bow, one hand motioning to the two rooms, "Each are equipped with individual bathrooms,"
Roksu spoke for the first time since their arrival, "Our butlers?"
"They have their own rooms as well, young master,"
All four males noticed the location was not specified nor the distance away. Cale chuckled softly before waving his hand, "You're dismissed. Inform the Baron we'll be down within two hours,"
"At your will, young master,"
"I'm washing up first," Roksu announced the moment the servant was away. Cale gave him a nod, "Me too. Ron,"
"I will summon both of your things, young master-nim,"
"I will remain outside your rooms," Balint adjusted his glasses.
Cale turned to Ron just as he opened the door to his temporary room, "Ah...and Ron? Let's keep Beacrox out of the kitchen,"
Ron met Cale's gaze with a hidden curiosity, "He will not be pleased,"
"A meal hosted by the Haspel Barony should be cooked by their own chefs. They take great care of their appearances. Let's let them show off before the others return," Cale explained his intentions.
Roksu smirked, "So you noticed too,"
"It was hard not too..." Cale grumbled, "Who wears that many rings? Even the King doesn't,"
The two butlers shared a short glance between them, before gazing at their respective charges. After a short dismissal exchange, the four split: Roksu and Cale into their rooms, Balint standing outside in between their doors, and Ron back to the main entrance.
Inside the room, Roksu took note that the room was impeccably cleaned. The windows were pulled wide to give a view of the darkening winter sky and the lamps were all lit. It was a typical guest bedroom one could expect for a Baron household, but once again, the flaunting habits made it seem more grandeur. The bed was queen-sized and had a neat assortment of pillows and two layers of covers. In front of the bed and to the right side of the room when entering through the door was the sitting arrangement with a sofa and two arm chairs, a center table in between them. At the foot of the bed was an ottoman that matched the dull green color scheme of the household drapes.
Roksu removed his coat, draping it over the ottoman. As he walked the bathroom, he unclipped the collar brooch and began to unbutton his shirt. The door shut behind him and Roksu took note of the medium sized bathroom. A robe was already set out along with fresh towels and a basket of soaps and scents. Roksu rolled his eyes at the expsensivity of everything.
He filled the tub as he removed the rest of his clothes, smelling the soaps until he found one of a less strong scent that he could mask under the cologne he used. It was a slightly woody scent with a tinge of vanilla mixed in. Once the water level was enough, Roksu unhurriedly sank into the water and began the wash up. He was casual and relaxed, but he didn't want to stay too long so he finished quickly. After ensuring he felt clean and the soap was all gone, Roksu pushed himself out of the tub and pulled the stopper to drain it.
He stepped onto the granite floor, the chilliness of the polished stone causing his feet to flex slightly and his eagerness to change into his clothes grew. He grabbed the largest of the two towels provided, and dried himself off. His movements paused when he caught himself in the large mirror hung into the bathroom. Roksu stared at himself, taking in the figure that was his.
It was not unmarked completely, but compared to the collection he had before, the sight of smooth skin only rough with slight muscles and not scarred tissue was a breath of air. It wasn't that Roksu hated scars, but more so, the sheer amount he had as Kim Rok Soo was ugly to him. His legs, arms, neck, and torso, were all littered with lines overlapping and some darker than others.
Roksu reached behind and his fingers traced the feeling of the slightly raised skin on his back. There were a few lines, a few inches in length, that were all slightly lighter than his skin tone. They number in a less than a dozen and were placed near and over his shoulder blades and the stretch of skin between them, just above where the protrudes of the spine could be seen yet well below the base of the neck.
Roksu took his hand away as the memories began to play. He turned his head away from the mirror, turning to avoid the sight of the burn scar that settled on his left thigh and wrapped from the front to the side at a diagonal angle- as if a river had once flown through. As he dried his stomach, he did not think about the faint line that marked from the right side, barely noticeable unless one was truly looking. The back of his calves held similar faint marks.
None of these caused phantom pain nor were they uncomfortable. Roksu had long since gathered the memories about each of them and much of the life he had been living here. There was little knowledge about life before he had been adopted, but Roksu wasn't that interested. He had gotten the basic information as his memories returned.
His biological parents passed away when he was just under ten. He had no other relatives and was then sent to an orphanage where he remained until Alwena had adopted him.
Rokus didn't have memories of his biological parents due to the nature of their deaths resulting in an amnesia situation. This didn't bother Roksu who had gone through a similar thing as Kim Rok Soo.
Roksu grabbed the bathrobe and shucked it over his figure, tying the knot around his waist. He placed the tower over around his neck from the back and walked out of the bathroom. Seeing as Balint wasn't in the room, his clothes were yet to be brought up. As such, Roksu hung the towel over the dressing screen and then moved to sit on one of the arm chairs. He reached for the plate of fruits that had been placed, plucking a few grapes from their steam and popping them into his mouth.
Then, in true Roksu fashion, he just did nothing. He was able to sit still without doing anything easily. Moreover, he enjoyed it. That's why, until he heard the click of the main door, Roksu remained unmoving from the chair and just gazed into the distance.
"Young Master," Balint greeted, carrying some suitcases. He placed them on the ottoman upon hearing Roksu rise from the chair to walk over, "Shall I present a casual outfit for dinner?"
"Black slacks, dark blue poet shirt. That should be good enough shan't it?"
"I would typically agree with you, however Sir Ron advised a more formal attire than one would usually attend with,"
Roksu grimaced, "Ugh. Fine...I suppose I can tolerate a waistcoat and collar brooch again,"
Balint hid his amusement and prepared some brown dress shoes, black socks, white slacks, a white silk shirt with grilled sleeves cuffed along the wrist line and a cascade collar that draped over the dark blue double breasted waistcoat with a white trim and silver buttons. Pinned to the start of the cascade and the stitching of the neckline was a simple silver bordered blue stone. Roksu soon wore two simple yet elegant rings on his left middle and pointer finger, and a single ring with the Nyphan family emblem engraved on it on his right thumb. Roksu's hair was brushed yet left more to its natural appearance. The final touch was a pair of dark blue diamond stud earrings that briefly dazzled when it caught any light.
Once he was dressed up, Balint dabbed a bit of dark woody scent oil that Roksu used as cologne on each of the noble's wrist. Roksu dabbed at under his ears as well and his neck before walking towards the door, "Let's go see if Cale got word back from the knights,"
Balint followed behind the black-haired teenager and stood silent as he knocked on the room next door. After a moment, the door clicked open and Ron's smiling face greeted them with a bow. Roksu asked, "Is Cale available?"
"I am," a voice came from behind and Ron stepped out of the way to motion them inside.
Roksu headed straight for Cale, who was sitting on one of the arm chairs in the room sipping a cup of tea. Similar to Roksu, he was dressed for formal dinner wear: light brown oxfords, gray high waisted slacks, a white silk shirt with a jabot collar that had a medium sized white gemstone in the center, a gray double breasted waistcoat with silver embroidery and buttons, and a dark blue long coat clasped around his waist with a set of fancy buckles. His wrist was pinned with silver cufflinks and a silver watch with a black leather strap. He wore a few rings with small gemstones on his left middle, pointer fingers, and right pinkie finger. Cale's ears held simple small silver links that were mostly hidden by the red hair anyway.
As Roksu moved towards him, he glanced around the room. The room Cale was using was identical to Roksu except the bed was on the right and the sitting arrangement was on the left. The shared wall between their rooms was the wall in front of their respective sitting areas. Roksu settled into the armchair next to Cale and mumbled a 'thank you' when Ron poured out a cup of tea for him. He started the conversation immediately after, "Any word back from the knights?"
"They've yet to return," Cale informed, "The others with us are settling in without much problem. They've been placed on the first floor of the west wing. But not the side opposing us,"
Roksu sipped the tea, "Hm. A tad far isn't it?"
"It's not surprising..." Cale sighed, "Furthermore, the Baron has a decent number of his own knights. Ron said it seems they'll be working overtime because of our presences,"
Roksu looked over at Ron before turning to Balint, "I forgot to ask. Were you waiting long outside?"
"Not at all," Balint denied, "Furthermore, no one approached the rooms. Servants merely passed by with a few glances,"
"Then...everything is relatively normal then," Roksu smiled, "That's good,"
Even though he was the one who said it, Roksu didn't just throw away his suspicion. He didn't really know why, but he felt there was something going on. However, he didn't really want to get involved in things that didn't affect him.
He snuck a glance towards Cale, 'Luckily, I have this nosy and good-hearted brat. Raising this punk's reputation shouldn't be too hard considering I prevented his act before he could get worse'
Cale noticed the glinting eyes and frowned, "What?"
"Nothing,"
Cale narrowed his eyes, "What were you thinking of just now?"
Roksu smiled kindly, sipping his tea without another word. Cale's finger twitched, 'This damned old manâ'
Two soft knocks made everyone in the room pause, all senses pinned towards the door. A polite and formal voice invited, "Young Master Cale, I am here to escort you to the dining hall for supper,"
"Open it,"
Balint, who was closer than Ron, quickly stepped towards the door and pulled it open. He stepped to the side, allowing the young servant girl to spot the two young masters sitting together. She quickly lowered her head, lifting the sides of her skirt and curtseying, "Good Evening, Young Masters. I was unaware you were both together,"
"Where is the dining hall located?" Cale asked as he stood up, adjusting his coat and watch.
"The central wing on the first floor, Young Master,"
"Hm," Cale turned to Roksu, who had also stood up, "Shall we?"
"We shall,"
"Please enjoy your meal," Balint and Ron both chorused as the two teenagers headed out.
Roksu glanced back at told them, "We'll have them send food up for you both,"
Balint shook his head, "We will return to the others and share a meal there,"
Cale looked back upon hearing this. The two red-eyed males then shared a knowing glance, before nodding and leaving the room. The servant girl waited until the door was shut before lifting herself from her curtsey and turning to guide them. She walked two steps ahead of them, keeping the silence and did not initiate a conversation. Neither young master attempted to change it.
As they descended the stairs and began to traverse through the first floor, Cale spoke softly, "Walk right beside me,"
Roksu looked at Cale, but the younger didn't turn his head. Roksu knew that Cale was well aware of etiquette that came with positions which was why Roksu usually walked slightly behind Cale. Of course, when alone, Cale and Roksu subconsciously walked at the same pace and even when they did notice, neither sought to correct it. As they were in a public setting with every action being watched and set for the rumors of high society, Roksu had watched his pace and kept behind Cale.
Seeing as Cale did not say anything further, Roksu took a slightly larger step and changed his position to right beside Cale. Whatever the intention, Roksu was sure Cale knew what he was doing.
They soon arrived at a set of double doors with a guard on each side. They bowed upon seeing them and the servant girl stepped to the side a few feet away from the doors, bowing her head again in a silent farewell. Cale nods once to her as dismissal before turning to the guards, "Open,"
They both stepped forward and grabbed a handle, one announcing to the occupants already inside, "Young Master Cale and Young Master Roksu are entering,"
The doors were pulled open, and Cale kept a firm and stubborn pace with Roksu, to ensure he didn't fall behind Cale even a little bit. As he assumed, the entrance of the two of them walking side by side caused a few eyes to stare in surprise and curiosity, for a few more obvious seconds.
At the head of table sat the Baron, who had changed into a fancy set of attire. To his right was a woman with light brown hair done up in a complicated updo style with braids and an array of accessories. Her dress was as extravagant as her husbands and she had a variety of accessories, including a huge sparkling red and gold ring on her ring finger. The Baroness smiled elegantly, rising as her husband rose, and gave a beautiful curtsy of greeting. She spoke after her husband made the formal greeting, "It is a pleasure to host you, Young Masters,"
Cale and Roksu both returned with bows, the older of the two verbally responding, "Thank you for hosting us, Baron, Baroness,"
Two servants stepped forward and pulled out two chairs for the teenagers. Cale was motioned to sit across from the Baron at the foot of the table. Roksu was placed to Cale's right, beside a brown haired male of around the same age resembling the Baron âthis was the Baron's son. To Cale's left and beside the Baroness was the Baron's second and youngest childâshe was 15âthe young lady of the Haspel Barony.
The Baron sat first, smiling and urging, "Sit, sit. You two must be rather parched,"
"Thank you for serving us," Cale respectfully said as he sat down.
Once everyone was back in their seats, Baron Haspel snapped his fingers and servants brought forward trays, placing the exquisite array of food in front of them. Roksu bit back another sigh at the ornate plates and fancy designs on the utensils. Furthermore, even the table decor was rather over-the-top.
'Seriously...even the Henituse County wasn't this extra...'
As they begun to eat, the Baroness politely started a conversation, "It was truly a pleasant surprise when we received word of your arrival, Young Master Cale,"
Cale gave a low hum before saying, "I'm on a business trip,"
"Oh my!" Baroness Haspel smiled.
Baron Haspel joined in here, "A business trip? What sort of business might bring you all the way to us?"
"The traveling kind," Cale answers. He then expands, "We'll be traveling through the Northeast for a while,"
At the 'we' mentioned, the heir to the Barony politely inquired, targeting Roksu, "I heard you were from an Artistry Family?"
Roksu calmly swallowed the food in his mouth before lifting his head and answering calmly, "Yes, Young Master. I am a part of the Nyphan Artistry,"
"Nyphan..." Lady Haspel repeated. The young girl smiled sweetly, "Oh! One of my friends is a fan of your collections and has often showed me the pieces she has. They're exisquite!"
Roksu smiled politely, bowing his head slightly, "I'm honored,"
"I'm curious to know though, what business could enthrall both Young Masters of such respective households to travel together?" Young Master Haspel spoke up.
Roksu flickered his eyes to Cale, who was taking a sip of water. Their eyes met briefly and Cale discreetly nodded his head, giving Roksu the reins. Roksu smiled and he explained, "Our Artistry is expanding throughout the Northeast and Kingdom. The Henituse County has been kind enough to invest in us and provide their assistance,"
Baron Haspel's eyes widened, "The Henituse County is investing into an Artistry Family after so many decades?" He beamed and gushed, "Goodness, young Master Roksu! I feel ashamed that I am not an avid understander of the arts!"
Roksu just smiled politely again.
"What a fitting place in life. Young Master Roksu is as handsome as a piece of art himself," Baroness Haspel praises.
Roksu feels shivers on the back of his neck. He kept the smile on his face, "Thank you, Baroness"
Lady Haspel glanced at her parents before turning to Cale who had remained quiet and expressionless throughout the exchange. She straightened her posture and asked sweetly, "Young Master Cale is also very good looking! I feel very honored to be able to bare witness such a handsome Young Master,"
Cale blinked softly and glanced at her. The moment he gave her a look, her smile turned slightly embarrassed and she covered her lips with an elegant gesture, "Oh my...that was a bit blunt of me, wasn't it?"
'...again?' Cale thought in disbelief.
He didn't say anything, just turning his head away. Luckily, his reputation didn't really cause any aversion to the disrespect.
Seeing the reaction, the Baroness quickly spoke up, "Young Master, our Cerisa knows the town quite well. She will do well to escort you around,"
Cale shook his head, "I don't plan to sight see. We'll be finishing business and then leaving the next morning. Ideally this will be in a two days time,"
"It is not good to be working for the entire day, young Master Cale. I worry you might overwork yourself...you're still quite young,"
Cale bit back his displeased sigh, controlling his expression. He looked over at Roksu, who was eating with a blank face. Cale hardened his eyes upon seeing the hidden expression, 'That bastard is finding this funny!'
"Lady Cerisa must have her own schedule," Cale attempted, addressing the girl directly, "There is no need,"
"Not at all, Young Master!" Cerisa smiled, "I would be most pleased to show you around Disheller,"
She added after a second of thought, "Even if the Young Master wishes to do less moving, I will introduce the Young Master to some of our best services,"
"Do you want to eat out?," Cale turned to the older, dragging him into the situation to get Cale out of this setup.
Roksu shrugged softly, "I don't mind a small tour. We can use it as a break between work,"
Cale regretted asking. Of course Roksu would love the idea.
He sighed softly, "Fine. Then let's head to work after breakfast. Lady Cerisa, please schedule a late lunch with us. Young Master Carmen, will you be joining us?"
Carmen wishes to refuse but the idea of his younger sister around that trash made him uncomfortable. He agreed politely, ignoring the pleased expression on his parents face. They had made it clear to both children that they should get into Cale's good graces. For Cerisa, as a young lady, having an adequate relationship with Cale might be a prospective marriage opportunity. And for Carmen, as the future head of the family, being in good graces with the current official heir would assist his strength.
The rest of dinner was a polite and tiring ordeal. The Baron and Baroness were respectful yet also obviously trying to make themselves look amazing. Carmen remained mostly silent through dinner, but Roksu had noticed he had bitten back a few displeased and uncomfortable expressions when Cale was addressed by Cerisa and the Baroness in sweet manners. Roksu and Cale also spoke as little as possible, answering with short and curt sentences. Cale, especially, didn't hesitate to use his eyes to warn a topic away or challenge an off-handed comment.
As the main course was passed over and their plates were being removed to be replaced with dessert, Cale found the chance he was searching for.
"---we will make sure to have a few guards stationed around the area of your upcoming workshop, Young Master Roksu," Baron Haspel assured again.
The Baroness beamed, praising, "I'm sure our imports and exports of artistry will skyrocket! Please send us a document with any information and regulations we should implement,"
Roksu nodded, liking the businessy aspects of the couple, "Your tenacity is appreciated,"
"Regulations?" Cale's soft voice spread over the table. He lifted his head, looking across the table, "My, my, and...will these regulations be a surprise to those coming from the rest of the territory or will a notice be sent out?"
Roksu tilted his head back, glancing at the Baron and Baroness who seemingly froze in their seats. Just from Cale speaking aloud did Roksu know that it was best for him to remain quiet and observe, and catch all the details. His eyes seemed to flicker for a moment, the red becoming slightly more prominent.
"A-ah..." Baron Haspel smiled nervously, quickly speaking, "Y-Young Master! The hold-up you experienced at the gate has already been dealt with! I've been meticulous in punishing the guards!"
Cale's cold expression barely twitched. His tone was teetering the edge of a warning, sounding almost amused. But the cold expression made Cale seem dangerous.
"Are you implying this was a mistake?"
Cale let out a low chuckle, "Each member of my delegation had to physically present documents of their identity and house they serve. Such a thing is not even required to enter the Royal Palace...this was all a result of incompetence?"
Cale's eyes narrowed and his lips pulled back to reveal the sharpness of his teeth in a mocking grin.
"Do you take me a fool?"
Carmen and Cerisa had both stiffened under the gaze, unable to do anything but lower their heads and press their mouths shut, fingers clenching the fabric of their clothes as they desperately focused on the sweets in front of them. Their parents, on the other hand, had become tight in the chest and paled a shade. Baron Haspel shot to his feet, his hands animating his words and his head shaking in denial, stammering, "N-No! Of course not, Young Master Cale!"
"That...That was not my intention at all! It...the security...it was by my order to tighten the security- how-however this was meant to last temporarily so I haven't sent an official notice!!"
Cale's expression slowly uneases from the mocking smile to a neutral, cold, expression. He leaned forward, placing his arms to rest on the table, "I'm asking for a report, now,"
"At your will," the Baron bows deeply, "I shall have it written and sent rightâ"
"You've misunderstood," Cale cut him off, "A written and official notice will be sent to the Count tonight,"
"To- to the count?!"
Baronness Haspel gives a kind and wobbly smile, "Young...Young Master Cale...to send out a delegation at this time in such weatherâ"
"Secondly," Cale ignores her, "I am asking for a verbal report. Now,"
A silence settles, following the command.
"Ah- now? Here?" Baron Haspel asks blankly.
Cale doesn't give the mercy of repeating the order. He removed his hands from their position and leaned back in the chair, a leg crossing over the other. He stared back silently.
The Baron understood and he quickly opened his mouth, "O-Of course! Yes- wellâ we recently caught a group of people sneaking in and out of this territory with black market items through disguising themselves as a merchant and using a plaque card. We've yet to figure out if they're just bandits or part of some sort of organization...um...yes- ah, furthermore, the reason we've been stopping even prominent names is because a few of the members we've caught were able to be identified and traced as working under the order of a noble family,"
Cale's bored expression had sharpened when he heard two words. Roksu's own silent observation switched and he looked at the Baron in disbelief, "Black market?"
Cale leaned forward and he rose to his feet, the chair making a sound as it slid against the tiled floor. His expression was dark and any one of them could tell he was pissed, "Not worth a notice? Do you think the underground market is something you can manage so easily?"
Baron Haspel flinches and he quickly defends himself, "That- that is not the intention! Young Master, we've yet to confirm this crime!"
He then wilted, "Also...it was a doubtful cause as the Henituse Territory is well known for not having an underground market,"
Cale didn't speak but Roksu noticed the slight shift of skin as Cale ground his teeth together and the way his fingers gripped the table in frustration. Roksu rose to his feet and he turned, speaking to Cale, "I will get them,"
"Quickly,"
"Mm,"
"Get them? Who?" Baroness Haspel exclaimed, also jolting to standing. She watched as Roksu exited the room and her pale expression turned to Cale's dark one, "We have not done anything wrong, Young Master!"
"I'm not having you detained, if that's what you're assuming," Cale spat, "As of this moment until we receive a delegation from my Father or the matter is cleanly dealt with, all information about the case is now classified. Every person who is aware of the issue is to be summoned in a private and secure room. Furthermore, your report shall be overseen by Vice Captain Hilsman,"
"Young Master Cale!"
"You should've been prepared for the consequences if you dared to keep such a thing underwraps! Whether a lie or not, a matter pertaining to black market is a clause and matter dealt by the lord. Do you honestly think you could handle it!?"
Cale was furious.
This was jeopardizing the stability and safety of his people! His Father worked tirelessly to keep the underground from their territory. Consistently, attempts from groups at establishing a network were squashed. Of course, there were hidden groups that were always looked at, but what was considered as the "black market" in the Henituse Territory was hardly anything. Cale had knowledge of the market outside of his station because of his frequency in town and bars. He often snuck about and explored and drunkards were always entertaining. He'd picked some tussles with gang members and followed them to verify, thus leading him to find a few dens in Rain City. Most of them were just gang hideouts and gatherings that Cale had leaked through fake identities and made false trails for the knights to catch wind of and handle. Others, such as one that Cale had yet to make a notion on, were underground gatherings.
There was only one of these in Rain City which consisted of information exchange and duels of honor with loss resulting in death. Cale had begun to suspect that there was a bit of selling of items going about but he had never actually witnessed it.
But hearing this!
'Damn it!' Cale glared at the Baron, 'How can someone be this stupid?! No matter if they're pulling our leg or just causing a bit of trouble, the fact they were caught recently does no one any good! How long has this been going on? If the Baron is really under the impression of doubt and barely investigating, this must've been extremely recent,'
"When did this happen?"
"Ah, just this morning, Young Master,"
Cale 'tsked' sharply. He restrained the annoyance in his heart with difficulty, reminding himself that blowing a fuse won't resolve anything for this situation. He remained quiet, going over the information in his head and reminding himself to restrain his anger.
Seeing the silence, Baron Haspel sought to remedy and gain some face back. He cleared his throat, "Young...young maser...the people we've caught are all detained and separated in the dungeons below the estate,"
"Restrain contact. Beacrox will handle their meals and a few of Henituse Knights will guard them," Cale ordered immediately, "Cut it off now. And. Lock down this estate and document every person and load going in and out of the city. Effective immediately,"
"Yes- Carmen!"
Carmen snapped up, looking at his father. He had no idea that this was going on at all. His father gave him an order, "Carmen, send word for the captain,"
"Yes,"
Carmen moved to the door and he quickly spoke to the guards outside, watching as one of them sped off. Carmen then returned inside the room. Cale nodded slightly when he returned, "No one is leaving this room until Young Master Roksu returns,"
Baron Haspel didn't say anything, just silently conceding. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long as the doors were open and Roksu entered with Ron, Beacrox, Balint, Hilsman, and a few other guards. Cale straightened up and before a greeting was even attempted he began to speak.
The anger in his expression and darkness of his tone had everyone on edge and caused the knights to straighten up. As the matter was explained in detail, Cale quickly dished out his orders and the duties. The entire exchange took only a few minutes.
Vice Captain Hilsman stepped forward, saluting, "Your word is our will, Young Master,"
"I shall send the order to the others and send guards to the dungeon," The head of Nyphan Knights spoke next.
"Hilsman. Go with the Baron quickly,"
"Young Master Cale. It might be more efficient to directly contact the Count through a communication device," Ron offers.
Cale paused and then he slowly nodded. He turns to Balint, "Then, you go with the Baron instead. Hilsman, control the situation. Baron, Baroness, gather up the personal I told you and prepare them for me. Furthermore, please execute the order that the knights brigade will be expected to follow Vice Captain Hilsman's orders,"
"Yes, Young Master,"
"Beacrox,"
"I will go down to the dungeon right away,"
Cale waved his hands, "Go, go. As you have a duty go and perform it,"
The room quickly thinned out and the quiet estate soon became buzzing.
"Young Master Carmen, Lady Cerisa. You two can return to your rooms. Please remain there for the remainder of the night. By tomorrow, things should most calm down and proceed as normal except for security and protocols," Cale told them.
Roksu watched Cale control the situation, unable to help but feel proud. This was who Cale Henituse was. He was so much more than rumors and trash. He was more than just a member of the Henituse County. Cale was someone who had not received the hand he should have. Roksu had become that hand and the result was as he had calculated. Cale was smart and he did not hesitate to take charge and do whatever was necessary, even if it cost him something personally. Roksu admired Cale a lot at this moment. Cale who had pulled away from his name and home, but would abandon his act for the sake of protecting his people.
The entire thing was under Cale's orders and thumbs in the span of twenty minutes. Now, the two of them along with Hilsman and Ron were being guided by the Baroness to a large ballroom that would serve as the room where everyone aware of the case would be gathered.
As they walked, Roksu stopped slightly closer to Cale, lowering his voice, "Breathe. You're doing well,"
Cale reflexively found himself obeying the command and he gently shook his wrists and shoulders. He swallowed, raising his gaze to meet Roksu's ever calm one. Cale wished he could be that calm in the face of any situation. Roksu was reliable in a way Cale was not. Cale was only respected because of the blood in his veins. Roksu, if he wanted to spread his name, would quickly become someone famed and respected. His intellect and strategic mindset is enviable and his ability to remain calm and quickly grasp situations are reassuring. He is someone who is amazing.
This was why Cale could not fully understand what drove Roksu to desire a quiet life. He was willing and able to go to great heights, however he does not desire to have a name with fame attached to it. Cale wishes to understand why. To him, reputation has been such a constant that he has felt all aspects, the terrible and the great. He has been told by numerous people that he was fortunate to be born to the Henituse County, a strong and wealthy family; especially as the first son. He knows that people desire fame and reputation for the money and power it grants, the protection a title can give. Yet Roksu does not want any of it, not for himself. Any reputation he builds traction for is for his family, the Nyphan Artistry. Not him alone. He's strange in a way that is almost suspicious. However, Cale knows that Roksu is a good person and that this is his genuine desire. Cale wishes to help Roksu the way the older keeps helping him.
In this moment, as Cale was calmed by four words, he reaffirmed in his head, 'One day, I'll be able to stop causing him so much trouble...soon. It's better to not burden him for such a long time. Better I remain helpful,'
Upon entering the ballroom, the group was greeted by the officials who had already arrived. From a smaller door on the other side of the room, a few servants filtered in. They all turned, focusing on the Baroness and the people with her. Cale walked towards the front of the room, making himself the center of attention with a loud displeased sound, a dark look flashing in his eyes, "So many mouths..."
Roksu shook his head at the sight. Cale could gain attention just by standing or speaking normally, but he for some reason always portrays himself in such a light. A woman dressed in decently good clothing approached the Baroness, a few papers in her hands, "My Lady, the list,"
Baroness Haspel took it quickly and handed it to Cale, "The list of all names,"
Cale's anger dwindled and he nodded, silently expressing a slight approval. He took the papers and looked through them, counting the number of names and getting an overview of the type of people involved. He then held out the documents towards Roksu, who took it and quickly began to read it.
Cale stepped forward, glancing about the room, "I'm going to keep this short. Do not interrupt me, do not make a sound, do not protest, do not try to argue,"
Cale didn't bother introducing himself. He was sure they already knew who he was. Even if for some odd reason they didn't, the Baroness's actions should've given away the fact he was someone of importance. Cale took note of all the eyes on him, questions and wariness shining about.
"The case that was uncovered this morning regarding Black Market imports is now classified and taken out of the hands of the Haspel Barony. Communication is being sent directly to the Count Henituse and changes in security are already being implemented as we speak. Gathered here are all those that are aware of the case. From this moment onwards, you are confined to the laws of the Roan Kingdom and Henituse County. Failure to follow protocol regarding a classified case of this level will result in direct punishment,"
Cale tilted his head slightly, a shadow casted over his face by his hair causing his red eyes to glow. A warning...a dare.
"Whether that be loss of all possessions or cutting off your tongue...well, I suppose that depends,"
The room that had been in silent chaos due to the strict and sudden orders, went pale with disbelief. Cale scanned the room twice with his eyes, allowing the silence to linger. He then straightened up and ordered, "Baroness, handle it from here. I trust the Haspel Family who had managed Disheller can deal with their servants, yes?"
Baroness Haspel swallowed, grinning as anxiety and shame filled her. She nodded, curtseying elegantly,"Y-yes- yes of course, Young Master Cale!"
Roksu spoke up casually, "Shall we head to the Baron, now?"
"Yes, I ought to speak with my Father," Cale agreed.
All eyes were fixed on the group that exited out of the room. When the doors shut, noise filled and the Baroness heaved a breath. She swallowed her frustration and began to quickly snap and scold her subordinates.
"That is Cale Henituse! The first heir to the Henituse County! He's the son of Countess Jour and Count Deruth! The only Henituse child with pure blood!"
"My lady! Has he not just been a spoiled and arrogant child for years?"
"You all should be aware of his status as well as his temper!! It's better to have a good relationship with someone like him than a hostile one! Furthermore, our Barony has lost face because of these damned merchants!! We have to get our reputation back! Do you think you all will be fine if word gets out?"
The room went still.
Of course, they all understood the first time. They just didn't want to accept it. Cale Henituse was a ticking time-bomb. No one knew what to expect from him. No one knew who he was anymore.
Trash?
Heir?
Disappointment?
Genius?
All of these had been used for Cale, but right now, no one knew. Because Cale Henituse, like all noble children, lived in rumors. He was pieced together by words passed from mouth to mouth.
The mouths that once spread his alcohol-crazed endeavors were now spreading words of a man upholding his duties. Baroness Haspel looked at the door, thinking back to everything she had witnessed tonight.
'There's something...unnerving about that child. He is someone you cannot see through. He is someone who's been left without a path like us. I cannot say I dislike him...but I cannot say I like him. Disrespectful and dangerous, but confident and smart. What an odd child....'