The Lynx Family

Later on late night, the rain still drummed relentlessly against the towering castle walls. Back to the chamber downstairs, a grand dining table was set, covered in red sheet. Candles lit upon, casting shadows on wine glasses set upside down.

Little Damien, Lilian and Iohan sat on the grand dining chamber. Lilian glanced nervously towards the grand entrance as Muniere Lynx arrived.

The tall, imposing figure, stood in front of the door with his favored tailored suit in dark colors, already wet. His hair streaked with premature gray was kept short and neatly combed. His face chiseled and dark eyes held an intense gaze towards the family sitting on the dining table.

"Your timing is abysmal, as always," He scowled, brushing droplets from his coat. Lilian managed a strained smile, leading him deeper inside the room. Muniere glanced towards Damien, their eyes met. 

Damien quickly turned his gaze away from his scary uncle.