Romanoff Dukedom: Plan (18)

Ius looked at his visitor in the eyes, wondering what they were thinking. 

Unfortunately, he couldn't figure out a single one of their thoughts. Their eyes were as empty as his desire to confront the Elders. 

"Why? Are you interested in rattling out my plans to the Elders?" Ius asked, his voice lower than his usual tone. 

He wasn't trying to be intimidating. Only, the person he was talking to made his chest ache with an uncomfortable pain. His stomach churned as he sensed their presence. 

A pang of unfathomable guilt began to arise from the deepest pits of his being. Ius didn't know how to address it other than driving his visitor away. 

But he couldn't. 

That was something he was not willing to do. 

"No, Young Master. I have no business with the Elders. Not now. Not in the future." The visitor then heaved a shallow sigh, "I came here to ask what are your plans. It's for the reason that I'm at a loss on what to do."