Chapter Eighteen

The room was in chaos with profanities being hurled at each other while fingers were jabbed or stabbed into chests and pointed at faces. The loud riot made Lady Genesis whimper but she dared not move from where she was although she could feel her knee getting numb and loosing feeling.

The sliding motion of chair scraping floor reverberated in the room, piping the noise down a little.

"Don't mind me". George smiled. "Continue". He was back to his old self.

"Too bad it's a show of disgrace". Landmark tsk making George nod.

"What about her?". Landmark nodded in Lady Genesis's direction.

"I never ordered her to kneel". George uttered, giving his back to everyone and making Lady Genesis crawl on her knees to stop him from moving. Desperation clawed her to insanity.

She held onto George's legs like her life depended on it.

"I beg of you". Her voice was not above a whisper as if knowing he could hear her. "Let Marlon go".

"He had been dead a long time ago". Landmark told her, coming to stand beside George in front of her.

"That can't be". She smiled in pain, tears burning her eyes as two grey-eyed men stared down at her.

"Time of death". Landmark flicked open the pocket watch that he had brought out from the inner of his coat pocket. "Half an hour ago".

"And that is a lesson to you all". Landmark stepped back to the side to address the disgrace called Nobles. "Marlon's death is a lesson to you all". He turned to look at George, nodding.

George looked down at Lady Genesis and said something that shocked both him and her.

"I'm sorry". His eyes widened a little at his utterance but he quickly stepped back making Lady Genesis's hands that held onto him fall limply to the floor.

The double doors had been opened even before the duo got close to it.

"We cannot allow treaty between Sodalite and the Roman Empire". The elder pointed at George's back.

"Speak for yourself old man". Landmark spoke with his head tilted to the side.

"Drop that finger because I cannot promise..." Even before George finished his statement, the elder had dropped his hand, quickly folding both hands behind his back and trying to maintain a serious expression which he failed miserably.

"I am not the king, if you have any complaint against the treaty and the ball, complain to the right person and trust me he would gladly entertain you all". In Hell.

The double doors slammed close behind them, leaving the stray soul with no defense against the wild cats. And so on her knees she stayed with fist rolled into balls, fingers embedded into her flesh trying to draw blood as the higher ranked Nobles approached her with malicious intent in their eyes that painfully reminded her of Marlon.

"Awnn!! Look". Lady Delilah clapped both hands at her side with a sneer on her face. "She loves her brother so much that she bleeds for him". Lady Delilah's hand gripped Lady Genesis's face, fingers tightening painfully around her jaw until she heard a whimper from the woman on her knees. It gave her joy, she was elated to bully someone in a lower rank. The thought made the sneer turn into a sinister smile.

"It's not my blood". Lady Genesis tried to talk with the hand around her jaw.

"Who asked you to talk peasant". Lady Delilah slapped Lady Genesis across the face, making her fall on her side.

Didn't they hear it? Didn't they hear the choking sound?. Lady Genesis thought, getting tired of the humiliation.

"You are nothing. Nothing but trash. Nothing but the daughter of a slut". She rolled Lady Genesis onto her back with her shiny polished shoe.

"Too bad her plan at climbing higher did not succeed". She spoke with her feet planted firmly on Lady Genesis's shoulder, the heel of the shoe bruising her skin under the satin sleeve.

"How does she look guys?!!!". Lady Delilah questioned the Nobles who had settled their differences by calling in the seductresses to continue their previous work and the slaves to act as statues behind the pillar. It gave them joy knowing that they had authority over some certain things.