Intentions

Kilian gave a look to the guards standing at the gates of the manor and without a word, they opened them for him and his guest, Alex.

'Let's see if you keep up your uncivilised demeanor from now on, brat.'

Kilian thought to himself as he silently led Alex through the gardens and into the main entrance, where a grand hall met their eyes.

As one would expect of a typical noble's mansion, the entire interior screamed out 'I am entitled and my ego has no limits.' The entire place was spotless, with a luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling, lighting up the whole hall. The carpet was a mixture of red and gold, with the walls being made out of marble with golden etchings engraved in them.

Overall, the place sucked.

At least Alex thought it did.

'Who would want to live in such an unwelcoming home? This place seems more like a political embassy than a place one should call home.'