Chapter (23): Urge

The knights strode inside the Inn. Warm pleasant air tickled their head and revealed how burning their cheeks were.

The heads all averted on them and they faced a mere silence.

"Maybe you want to own your business."

Natasha shouted at people who were staring at them.

People turned back, pretending that no one cared about them but they couldn't avoid the curiosity. The knights just arrived a night before the Snow feast and came to a rather calm place.

The knights walked to the counter where a young man was standing, his blond hair was tied on the back of his head.

Natasha removed her hood, wearing a stern face as always. Not considering this place as a nice one for her noble ass.

"We want three rooms, the best one you have."

The young man was drowned in a daze, he couldn't believe his eyes. The girl's hair was as black as ink and her eyes as shiny as purple gems, she was a goddess from the heavens.

"Do you want to answer her?" The bulky knight beside her said, removing his hood the young man noticed that they must be siblings or maybe twins. They had a vast similarity that could prove enough.

"Yes, sir!" She picked the form in front of him, peeking at the one who kept his hood on and didn't bother to shove it off and reveal his face.

Between the siblings, the only difference was the man's hair, which was short, and the hair of the cavity behind the ears was razored.

"Oh, yes, we have three nice empty rooms on the fourth floor."

He notified.

"Give them to us for one night! We would leave as the storm ceased off."

The man beside the girl said, directly looking at the young man behind the counter who was peering at the knives and his pistols adjusted to his vest.

"Yes, sir!" His voice was shaky.

He put the keys on the counter and Natasha picked them all. The numbers of the rooms were carved on the pieces of wood that tugged into their holder.

"Where is the lift?" The man asked.

The counterman looked around in confusion then directed to the stairs, replying, "I wish I could help with that! But you must reach the rooms through the stairs."

Natasha sighed and didn't wait. She was already disgusted by this place.

"Why are we supposed to stay in such kinds of places!" She mumbled, made the third man behind them sneer.

She peeped at those drunk dirty men who didn't annoy to wash down their faces, "perfect, Lord James has strange people."

She added and put her feet on the first step, avoiding touching those handrails as she imagined those men already did.

"Move up faster, we don't have time to consume on your obsession."

Her brother warned, passing by her.

"Hux, don't scold her! She had forgotten her previous mission that we were stuck in a marsh."

The slender man said, moving up ahead of them.

Huxley snorted, his sister used to make a mountain out of a molehill. This place wasn't dirty at all, at least better than the cottages of Southern boundaries.

They crept up the stairs until they reached the fourth floor, Huxley was carrying the bags when he tossed his sister's bag to her, saying, "don't make me carry your foolish belongings next time."

Her bag was heavier and made his protest.

"Sorry! I forgot why they had given you the title of a knight! You are not a gentleman yet!" She snapped and halted near a door, she tossed them the keys and dove her own key inside the door lock.

She slammed the door behind her.

"Even with those thick gloves she did not touch the door and used her boots!" Her brother noted.

"Let her alone, she didn't want to come so this is why she has been growling."

The slender man noted, taking his bag from him.

"Your grace, are you sure that we would find the wolf that you saw in Witchwood?"

He asked.

"Come to my room! I will tell you why we are here."

He turned the key inside the lock and flashed inside. Hux went to his room, to put his stuff down and come back to his Lord.

He urged them to come with him but didn't mention why they would have been coming to the Western boundaries of Witchwood.

Hux put down the bag on the bed, looking around, he could not understand why Natasha was growling all the time. Here was warm and not bad at all compared to the places that they had been going. What was wrong with her twin sister recently?

"Let me see the town from here."

He untied his cloak's pin and placed it on the hanger then strode to the window, his leather boots clicking on the floor.

"A Circus! Here will be noisy like capital!"

He said to himself and gazed down at the passing by people, he couldn't see the boy who he left him the horses. Possibly, he would stay with them tonight. He was a hardworking boy that bore to stand in that cold to earn money, Hux was stingy but the boy deserved that coin.

He turned on his heels to meet his grace. To find out what motive had hauled them here, where Lord James had kept safe from any attack since he positioned on his Lordly seat.

He moved out of the room and scanned the corridor. No one was there, hopefully. He doubted if there were people on that floor except them.

Knocking on the door, he asked for permission when his sister came outside of her room.

"Be careful with that door, I won't pay any damage made by you."

"Do not attempt to keep me behind, I need to know what has been going on."

She threatened and strode beside him when the door grew wide.

She pushed Hux away and walked inside. He frowned and came after her, closed the door.

"I wish I had your magic to open the door with a lift of my finger, your grace."

Hux jested.

"I don't have magic! I just opened the door and rushed back here."

The man was talking to them while his eyes were on the roofs through the window, they were buried under snow, the breeze changed to strong gust and made the glass sequential quivers.