A Wedding And A Ring (1)

"Lord Cassian," Roland's chest swelled as he took a deep breath, using that minimum amount of silence to build up his courage, and he said, "I know what is best for my niece, and I'm sorry to say this but you, personally, have no right to interfere in our family matters. I have no idea why she's saying all this things to you, but--"

"For your information, my patience has long expired and I have five bullets remaining." Cassian brought out his revolver gun, startling everyone in his presence. His index finger was messing with the trigger guard like they were itching to shoot another buffoon and reduce the peasants in the streets.

"It's been a while since I took gun practice seriously, hmmn, father always said a loaded gun brings power, for once I agree with him."

He pointed the revolver at Roland's face, and a clicking sound followed like the bullet had been set to aim at him.

Roland wisely took a step back in retreat, including his men. His body trembled at the sight of a gun being pointed at his face. His eyes, intensely fixed on the muzzle where the bullet would surely spring out from, striking him straight in the forehead.

He swallowed hard.

Lord Cassian was capable of ending his life without thinking twice, and getting away with it wasn't a problem for him. The reason he could recognize the young lad at first sight was because they've attended some eventful meetings that got him aware of the young Lord's nature.

Everything about him had a chaos label attached to it.

The gentle rustling of the green weeds, trees, and the soft howling of the breeze as it fluttered their dresses, created a contrast that contradicts the anxiety building amongst Roland and his men. The silvery bright moon that rode along the sky, was the only thing assisting them with a bit of light.

Watching the sweat that nervously rolled down his face to his chin, Cassian's lips charmingly formed a lopsided grin.

"Your heart is racing like a lover is nearby. Be calm, for I'm not so heartless to kill you in front of your niece," he reverted the gun to one of Roland's men, and his movement was so fast that only the sound of a gunshot, and the sight of a man sprawling to the ground after that, made everyone realize what deed had been done.

"Except your niece here," he continued, returning the gun back to Roland whose hands were up in the air in surrender, "...has no problem with having your blood stained in my hands."

Out of fear that they'd be Cassian's next prey, Roland's men instantly took to their heels, running in different directions to escape their tragic fate if they stood beside Roland. Their fear was so evident based on their reaction, and within half a minute, Roland was standing all by himself.

Madeline finally knew and understood that part of the rumor. Meeting Lord Cassian does lead to the death of people, and she blinked in awe. He killed two men without batting an eye, and Madeline no longer had doubts in her heart that he was the right choice for her.

Strangely, she wasn't scared of his personality.

"M_Madeline," Roland's voice was quivering with fear when he looked at the mute Madeline. "Help me, or else he'll kill me. I'm your only surviving uncle, we can all sit down to talk about this."

"What is your cue?" Cassian directed the question at Madeline. He was sure the young lady would be aware of the rumors surrounding his name already. He never leaves a job undone, but since it involved her uncle, he had to bestow the life of her uncle upon her hands

"I can assure you that you won't be questioned for his death," Cassian asserted, "so make up your mind before I help you out myself."

"Don't." She quickly said before he got a chance to pull the trigger. "Don't kill him."

"And there goes my fun." He rolled his eyes in disappointment.

"You don't have to kill him," she said again, stepping forward to stand beside Cassian who had withdrawn his gun, to her uncle's relief.

Memories of how many times they had her locked in her room, tortured, starved and chained like a prisoner flooded her head, and she uttered coldly.

"Make him limp on one leg instead."

"What!"

*BANG!*

"Ahhh!!!" Roland screamed in agony when Cassian shot his right leg, giving him no time to process Madeline's response. It sent him falling to the ground when he could no longer run, blood dripping from his injured leg.

"Ahh! My leg!" He clutched tightly to his wounded leg, almost in tears, and Cassian finally looked at Madeline, stunned she chose to shoot his leg instead of getting rid of him.

"Why the leg?" He asked.

"It appears he enjoys giving people a chase, so I just want him to get a little rest." She thoughtfully said. Her uncle was always the number one person who came looking for her whenever she made plans to run, so it was more beneficial to make him lie in bed for a few days, or even weeks.

Cassian blinked in surprise, even the coachman looked at Madeline, who's painful glares were fixed on her uncle.

"He doesn't deserve to die just yet, he deserves to go through the same pain he made me experience, and I just returned the favor." From the look of things, she held no regrets about her choice.

"Shall we leave now?" Amadeus spoke up after observing the darkness of the clouds. The rest of Roland's men had fled from the scene, and it was just them left with a whining uncle.

"It'll rain soon, we have to leave."

Cassian looked at Madeline's uncle with a responsible smile, "it's going to be twelve soon, I hope you survive till daybreak so I can pay you a visit someday and have some tea. Good day."

Amadeus took out the brown file from the broken carriage. He had to do it himself because he knew his Young Lord would forget and leave it behind.

"Madeline!!" Roland screamed her name when she left with Cassian and the coachman.

The carriage that brought Amadeus was still waiting at a corner. The three of them got into the carriage and left the place.

Amadeus and Cassian sat together, while Madeline sat on the seat facing them. She kept her head lowered, surprised by her own actions. She's never done something like take control of a situation, but for the first time in her life, the Young Lord made her experience something she never thought she would have.

Power.

"I'm still surprised you said nothing about the carriage." Cassian turned his attention to Amadeus who didn't look at him.

"I have a lot of things to say, but I am just a coachman who's feelings must be reprimanded. For that, I have enough reason to remain quiet."

"When you speak like that, I'm reminded of how old you are, following such useless old customs." Cassian was never a fan of such silly customs. Amadeus was very much aware of it, but sometimes he can't stop himself from going by it.

"Are we heading home from here? It's already late as it is." Amadeus changed the subject, hoping to lighten the mood in the carriage.

"Not yet." Cassian disagreed, his gaze lingering on the suddenly silent lady whose head was bobbed down.

"Huh? We need to return and it's important we do. Where do you plan on going?" Amadeus brows furrowed with curiosity.

"To the church," he responded, looking at Amadeus for a brief moment before returning his attention to the lady.

"She owes me a wedding, and a ring."