Chapter Two; The Meeting

Sebastian Quincy Danvers, the young heir to Danvers Elite Corp. A business in name only to be sure.

They are in fact a select group of Elites who run the entire country behind the scenes by buying off the police and military personnel, so that they were able to do as they pleased.

Sebastian was a quiet timid boy, he didn't much care for his father's business. Let alone being the heir to it someday. His father was always busy tending to business matters or whatever it was he was doing that didn't involve being an actual father to Sebastian.

The only people he interacted with were several maids, butlers, guards and his nanny who also acted as his school teacher. Thus he had no kids around his age to socialize with. 

After his mother passed away it seemed his father didn't want anything to do with the boy. The same could be said for Sebastian as well.

He was never really close with his father, he only spent as much time with him as necessary when they would go out as family, and with his mother out of the picture now, they rarely ever saw each other. Sebastian would much rather prefer to keep to himself, often found down by the river under a shady tree indulged in a lengthy novel. Specifically one that was far more advanced for a child his age.

From an early age Sebastian showed great intelligence well beyond his years. The first memory that he can recall was his mother reading to him. She would read him all kinds of stories from the basic children's novels, to one's about magic and fantasy beasts. Knights, and princesses, villains and bad guys, Sebastian loved them all. He was completely enthralled by them. The idea of an escape to a world different than his own, perhaps was the most alluring.

Even more so now that his mother had passed, his love of books kept her memory alive as he would reminisce about a much happier time in his life.

    When Sebastian's father had asked, no, it was more like he had ordered Sebastian to come along with him to his next business outing, it would be a lie to say that Sebastian wasn't mildly curious.

Sure he didn't care for his father in the slightest, or even really knew what the family business was, which might be why it had piqued Sebastian's interest. Maybe there was some small longing Sebastian had to grow closer to his father that even he didn't acknowledge. 

He gave his father a small nod in understanding and that was the extent of their interaction. Though for the two of them it was probably the most they had interacted with each other in a fortnight. 

    "Juss a second.." Mia's father called out while holding on to his wife's hand and giving it a small squeeze.

They held eye contact for what seemed to last a lifetime, but in reality was really only just a few seconds.

"Your second has passed, open the door right this instant Mr. Winters or we shall let ourselves in by force." Sebastian's father said firmly but with a sense of calm. Like this was just any other day and he was ordering brunch from one of the maids in his estate. When Mia's father failed to open the door in a timely fashion he ordered one of his subordinates to use brute force to open the door to the Winter's residence as he had stated earlier.

Taking a step back and using his arm to guide Sebastian back with him as well, he continued,  "If you would be so kind, Clarkson."

"Of course Boss." Clarkson replied as he and one other member proceeded to simultaneously kick in the front entrance. 

    Mia's mother flinched at the sound of the two men kicking in their door as pieces of wood flew overhead by the force they had used. One barely missed grazing her cheek and instead ended up hitting her husband.

Mia's father had shielded his wife from the full force of it using his upper body and in doing so he had been struck with the flying debris. Luckily it was not a fatal blow, his clothes torn and only a slight scratch appeared, drawing a bit of blood to the surface.

Once he assumed the worst had passed, did he then resume his posture to greet the invading guests. 

    "Hello Robert. It has been quite some time since our last meeting." Sebastian's father greeted the man standing before him.

"Yes, quite some time indeed. May I ask to what do we owe the pleasure of your presence today Your Grace?" Robert replied, trying to maintain his composure and keep his voice lighthearted.

Everyone in the village knew to hold their tongue when in the presence of the man standing before Robert or else he would very likely cut out your tongue in a swift flick of his wrist. 

    To the common folk of the village seeing the man who stood before Robert was either an honor, or a death sentence. You never knew which it would be until it was too late.

Addressing the man as 'Your Grace' was also a polite slight that the common folk had accustomed to calling him. For he wasn't a true King who had earned the title and respect of the people, only someone who had bought, stole, and murdered his way to the position and power he currently held. While he didn't come into power through traditional means, Sebastian's father did intend to keep his power no matter what the cost may be, and no cost was too high.