A Friendly Chat
Hamilton didn’t like how Caspian was treating him like some commoners.
But seeing how he was boiling with anger, he answered without weaving any riddles and mockery into his words, “Well, when I first stumbled upon that woman, I thought she was a beggar because she was covered in blood and dirt. She was wearing a ragged gown that was barely doing anything to cover her body. She had no shoes on. But after she took a bath, turns out, she is beautiful and has red hair.”
“Red hair…” Caspian clapped his hands as if he was waiting to hear that. And suddenly, he broke into a laughter that sounded so menacing that even Hamilton felt chills in his bones.
“W-What are you laughing about?” Hamilton sat back on the sofa and asked, “You know her?”
Caspian indignantly slammed his fists on the table, putting a huge crack on it. And he growled at his cousin again, “Do you have any slightest idea about what you did?”