Chapter (40): Vain

Natasha stood in front of a door in a dirty lane. She disgusted this place but she had made some words and to keep her honor she had to fulfill the promise she formulated.

She heaved a breath out, gathering her courage to knock on this nasty door. She closed her eyes and began to wack on the door as hard as she could.

"Which bastard did you invite again, you pig?"

Natasha rubbed her hand off the door and clenched her jaw. This person who insulted stung her nerves, pleading her daggers to itch his back.

She heard the door lock that clicked and the door groaned back. It was a fat man that his clothes were stained with huge blood drops. A sharp cleaver was among those thick fingers, his figure was twice than Natasha, or maybe further.

His beard was long and some hairs were about to droop down. Natasha was striving to get rid of the daze and twist in her head then her bowels.

Her head tilted, she removed her hood and looked up despite her dismay. The scent that was streaming out of him made two wrinkles between her eyebrows. His face was a round ball and those blushed cheeks were saying that he was fortunate to see such a beautiful lady on the first day of the week. His head was bald, perhaps it was better to help this feature to be more relevant and clean.

"How can I help you?" His expression changed, soothing from stern to a welcoming one.

"I am here to see, Rave."

She was forcing her eyes to roll over and watch somewhere except those yellowish teeth.

"Oh, that geese head! Come in, he is in the toilet."

To be honest, stepping inside that butchery was the last thing that she had been keeping in the back of her mind but just in case she had to keep any damage in private.

The man pointed inside and paced back, opening the way for her. Natasha hoped that she didn't come here for a vain purpose, and the faeries could help the girl to regain her vision.

She yearned that could be even a single clean corner that she could have her feet there but nothing was able to make that wish come true, not even the gods were eligible to fulfill it at this moment because actually there was no hope to turn these nasty rats to Nobel men.

"What is your business with my son? I doubt if he ever was blessed to have relations with someone like you."

The man laughed and Natasha drifted her head away, gazing at the table that a poor pig had severed and its tongue ran out of its mouth, flies risked their lives in this cold to come and wander around this delicious meal. She was thinking that who would eat that pork?

"I am a friend, he must aid me to find someone."

The man's face flourished even more when she said that, thus, it was a business, bringing coins with it. Of course, not such a lady had affairs with his silly son.

"Who is that?"

Natasha took her eyes off the dusty and not bearable facilities. She saw messy Rave in pajamas. Even the flies around him were buzzing that he was drunk the whole night.

"Hello, Rave."

Rave's hazel eyes were about to jump out of the socket, intoxication just fled his brain and faded out in nowhere. His hands ran to his brown hair but nothing could help this decrepit man. He was slender but masculine, certainly, didn't consume the precious time in the bars the whole time.

"What are you doing here, Natasha?"

Natasha pointed to his father with her head, "I just met your father! You have a nice father."

The man laughed, tabbing on his tummy and that leather greasy apron, hurled the cleaver on the table and the sharp blade cut the wood on the stone table.

Natasha was stunned, this man just did it without even looking back nor aiming! Who the hell was this family?

"Well, I like business, especially if it brings me coins."

He laughed again.

Natasha nodded, taking out a silver coin from her bag, it glinted and flew in the air, Rave's father snatched it.

"Hm, a Nobel job! Rave make sure you help her."

His face grew serious.

"If you had let me join the knights' competition you could earn many of that."

Rave growled.

"Shut up, boy! You speak nonessential. Move your useless ass and work instead of wasting my coins in gambling."

He turned his face and went to his work.

Rave gazed back at Natasha who now was grinning, if she were her father, then this cleaver could have made him to half a very long time ago.

"Follow me, I know, you are obsessive."

He walked away and Natasha gladly followed his lead until they reached a door, Rave picked his coat and wore it, he opened the door to the back backyard.

"It means that there is no clean space in this house."

Natasha mocked as the cold kissed her face again.

"Hm, your Nobel ass can't bear here! Here lives two men, no woman you see! What do you want?"

He folded his hands in his chest.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Rave shrugged, "Would you say what do you want or not? And don't assume wrong that only a silver coin can persuade me to hand you. Last time I was about to lose my life."

"Wilmore is here, Rave! Don't play with fire."

She mentioned.

Rave cringed, why would the prince come here?

"Don't call him fire, he is an ice beast!"

Natasha hushed him, she would cut his tongue if he continued, her hand landed on her dagger.

"I want to see the fae!"

She went on to the main point quickly. Not having much time to waste on Rave.

Rave was silent for a moment then said, "take me to him, I would only tell him! Lately, many people seek for her!"

Natasha gazed at him sharply, "who else?"

"Young girls who seek for marriage, like you."

He gave her a sheepish grin.

Natasha pinched the space in the middle of her eyebrows, she wasn't sure if Wilmore wanted to see this nasty rat.

"Alright, but I won't save your head if he desired to break your skull."

Rave nodded, he wanted to see the prince. It did not matter what it would cost this time.