Dream - [002]
“Hey, isn’t that the heir of that rebellious duke’s house”
“Huh? Really?
The little seven year old heir of the Nightray household, looking far older then he truly should have while dressed up in formal clothing, clutched his book to his chest tightly as he glared back at the two men who were talking about him. Both of them tensed in shock, and looked away the moment he met their gaze, and they began to whisper quietly between themselves. It was taking all of Eliot’s will not to turn on his heel and try to show them just who they were muttering about.
“Listen to me Eliot. Let all your hatred flow towards the Bezarius family. It’s because they exist that we’re despised, and must hide in the shadows.”
His father’s words never left his thoughts, just as they couldn't every other time he had to remind himself in situations like this. The boy clenched his teeth, and with an exasperated, “Humph,” he stomped off away from the crowd. He stomped all the way from the main hall, to a small door on the left side of the hall. He yanked the door hard, swinging it till it nearly smacked into the wall beside it. He grabbed the handle and slammed the door shut behind him. The room was a small, and mostly empty, sitting room, with a small couch, a coffee table, and some armchairs.
The boy flopped down in a chair with an angry huff, and sat, glaring out into the room. It didn’t matter what those stupid adults had said… It was all the Bezarius family’s fault! They all got to live like heroes, while the Nightray family name was tarnished forever! It wasn’t fair!
After letting his anger simmer, he lifted the book he had up to his eyes so he could see where he had marked one of the pages, and he opened it. He was just about to start reading, when the door to the room burst open once more, revealing…
“Eliot?” Oh, just perfect! How had Gilbert managed to figure out where he was?! “What are you doing here? Your father’s been looking for you.”
Instantly, Eliot had slammed the book and was holding it to his chest again, trying to hide the tile, but failing. “Leave me alone!”
Eliot looked away, assuming that Gil was going to make some sort of argument. He wasn’t going to go back out there, no matter what he said. Why did he even care anyway?! He used to work for the Bezarius family!
“... Is that Holy Knight?”
Eliot sat bolt upright, staring at his adopted-brother. For the first time, he was really looking at him, not glaring away and imagining him as an unfortunate connection to the family he hated so much.
“Well… No, but I’ve definitely heard about it…” Gilbert said. Why did it seem like he had more to say? … Whatever. It didn’t matter. Not when it came to Holy Knight.
The two boys were in silence for a moment, before Eliot finally stood up, walked over, and held the book out to him. “I have an another copy. I want it back. You’d better not loose it.”