Bad Day

Xiran was descending the stairs when he heard what Treia had said. He had gone away on an urgent business and it hadn't gone well. He was already in a sour mood and didn't want to hear bickering on his return.

Everyone stood up as he came into view except Aselia who had stuffed her mouth with numerous chicken nuggets. Carios rushed to his side: "Sire, we had no clue you will be returning early."

"It wasn't my plan but things didn't go according to my wishes. What's going on here?" He eyed everyone. "We were just having a small gathering to eat and drink." Carios bowed slightly.

"Get me something strong as well." Carios instantly rushed toward the bar. Xiran promenaded over to Treia who bowed down as she saw him approach. After sitting comfortably on the sofa with his elbows resting on the sofa's arms and his hands clasped together he glared at Treia. "What did you just call Aselia?"

"M...aste...r, she was hum...iliating you. So I got a...ngry." She stood by his side with a bowed head.

"That's not the answer to my question. Do you want me to repeat it?" He whispered with an emanating threat in his voice. She vehemently shook her head.

"P...ig," she said quietly. "And, is it acceptable to call someone that?" His eyes had a dangerous look in them as he glared at her. "No, master,"

"Then you better apologise to Aselia." He pointed toward Aselia. Carios had brought the drink Xiran required and had placed it in front of him. He casually picked it up and took a small sip.

"I will not apologise to someone who has no regard for my master," Treia replied with determination her head still bowed making everyone gasp. Aselia was still eating but a smile spread on her face at Treia's words.

Xiran's hand stopped midair at her words. "The mere impudence to disregard my order and the fact that Aselia was merely eating when you said that shows that you have no regard for me and your claims are false as well. You don't have to care what Aselia says because that's between me and her." He said with his tightened lips.

"Frila take Treia back to her room, she has to stay there and no one is allowed to meet her or let her out of the room. She will stay there alone. Anyone failing to comply with my orders will face severe consequences." Frila nodded vehemently.

Then he got up and with one swift move held Treia's face with his right hand making her look into his intense eyes: "I will not touch you or drink your blood for a month." He let go of her face and tears began to roll down her cheeks as the severity of his words hit her. She opened her mouth to say something but his cold eyes and severe expression had her gasp.

"Leave," he dismissed her with his hand. Frila lead a crying Treia away while Maxile followed quickly behind them. Aselia was watching everything with utmost interest from her seat. Xiran sat back down and picked up his glass.

"Carios,"

"Yes, Sire!"

"Make sure Treia gets food on time. She shouldn't go hungry at any cost." Xiran whispered to him.

"Of course, Sire."

He then glanced over at Aselia. "If you are done eating, go to my room with Carios." Although there was no smile on his face today he still spoke softly with her. Aselia got up and straightened her clothes with her hands, removing all the crumbs that had fallen on her clothes.

Carios led her to the black room with the white door. Leaving her inside he shut the door and left. The room was sparkling clean and everything from curtains to furniture to wallpaper was black. Only lights were golden as they shimmered from the roof.

She made her way to the black chair she had sat on previously and settled down. Pulling her hoodie down from her head she took her hair out and began to comb them with her fingers.

The doorknob rattled and the door flew open. She glanced at the door and found Xiran standing there in his navy blue three-piece suit. She had never seen him in a three-piece before. He looked dapper as he stood there with all his might, hand on the button of his coat unbuttoning it as he began to move toward her, unbuttoning the next one in the process and then the next. He walked past her, taking off his coat he draped it around the back of a chair, smoothly.

He was facing away from her as he began to unbutton his shirt. Aselia gulped hard looking at his back as he took off his white shirt and placed it neatly on the top of his coat. He then took off his shoes and socks and carried them toward the cupboard which was adjacent to the washroom, placing them inside he strode toward the bathroom and locked it. Aselia let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

He took his time in the bathroom, and the trickle of water sounds she heard revealed he was taking a bath. Aselia got up and began to pace the room, she quickly checked his coat and shirt pockets for any clues but all of them were empty except a lone piece of tissue paper. She was disappointed, the shower head had stopped so she quickly came back to her seat and settled down.

He came out wearing a black bathrobe with a small towel in his hand to dry his long silvery hair which was dripping water all over the black carpet.

'Thud, thud!!!' Aselia's heartbeat picked up the pace again just by looking at him. His wet high-arc feet were long and skinny with nimble toes and protruding veins visible to the naked eye.

He walked past her and settled down on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling down stretching forward on the carpet and both his arms arching behind him. With the towel clutched in his hand, he merely closed his eyes as if trying to relax.

"Come here," he called her without looking. Aselia walked over to him and settled down beside him on the bed. She quietly took the towel from him and began to dry his gorgeous hair.

"Bad day," she asked softly.