Plans

Darkhood City.

Rewen's room.

"-n! Rewen!" 

Hearing his mother's repeated shouts, Rewen was annoyed. He walked up to the door and opened it. "Why the f*ck are you still… here…?" He was dumbstruck by the sight of his mother.

Her eyes were red, hair disheveled and her clothes were in a mess.

"Are you, like, seeing someone?" In an instant, he voiced out the first thing that came to his mind. 'No. Mother is too devoted. She can't do this.'

"I'm sorry, Rewen." Grabbing his broad shoulders, she apologised with an anxious expression.

Rewen smiled broadly and grabbed her hands. "What's there to be sorry about? It's only natural that you expect me to be an heir maker. Nothing's wrong with that." 

"It's not like that! Rewen, you have to trust me. Do you truly believe your mother that raised you up painstakingly would say what she said yesterday?"