Dimitri watches his mother through the thin gauze tossed over his bassinet . She knelt in the soil, softly whispering to the flowers and herbs . I wonder why I come to this world? What's my destiny? Will I leave a legacy behind?
Dimitri feels his stomach rumble and lets out a quiet whimper . Seconds later, Mother lifted the gauze away . "Always so sneaky, Mr . Dimitri . Do you plan to ever cry?" Mother asks . Dimitri meets her gaze . Her golden eyes with flecks of blue and purple .
Dimitri latches on, once she untied her bodice . This taste is so… . Sweet, but with a hint of earthiness . Spicy at times . It was ever changing .
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"Lady Sung, Elder Sung has arrived," A maid says respectfully . "Father-in-law?" Mother stands quickly, making his latch break . Dimitri frowns as Mother hands him to the maid . "Take the Young Master to Tansy while I tidy up," Mother says .
The maid carries him inside . It was rather strange . He never felt full when feeding from Tansy . Might be the placebo effect, but still, Dimitri drinks only to take the edge off .
"Lord Sung has called for the Young Master," A maid says . Tansy nods, tying her bodice . She carried him to the parlor, a room full of green . Green rugs, green chairs, green paintings, and green flowers .
His Father Sung Gin accepts Dimitri from Tansy and holds a stuffed wolf over Dimitri's face . "Look, son, a wolf . " Sung Gin says . Dimitri just stares at him . What do you expect me to do?
An old man comes in interrupting Father . He wore loose tan robes, with light embroidery on the cuffs . Ink-stained the old man's hands . Only the quality of the fabric and the man's golden earrings prevented him from being mistaken for a servant .
"Father" Sung Gin jumps up, the stuffed toy in his hand . So this is my Grandfather? Grandfather gives Father a sharp look . "Have you packed to move back to the Sung Manor?" Grandfather asks, picking Dimitri up . Dimitri relaxes his muscles, watching the old man closely .
Old man, you lack any awareness at all . Killing him wouldn't even qualify as a job . Definity something for trainees to do .
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"No Father . " Sung Gin answers . Grandfather scowls . "Why not? You will receive the most resources living in the Manor . Do you intend for my grandson to lag behind his peers? He needs lessons, herbs, books, gems . Do you plan on paying for all that?" Grandfather says . Father gives a strained smile . "We receive what we are due as members of the main branch," Father says slowly .
A finger appears in front of Father's nose . "Fool! You're missing chances, jobs, and missions . I'm too old to raise prestige in the main branch for our bloodline . You are wasting your chances to gain merits by isolating yourself from the clan" Grandfather says .
Sung Gin sighs, listening to his Father rage . It is so simple for Father . A scholar obsessed with Runic Father didn't have close relationships, too busy with his books . It only raised his lifestyle when they were admitted to the main branch . But going from just another child of the Sung Family to a Young Master changed everything .
Father's sad . Why does the family bring such weariness to him? "Why are you here Father?" Sung Gin asks, changing the subject . Grandfather sighs, stroking his bread . "My cleverest student has fallen ill . " Grandfather answers . "You brew up a potion for her health while I acquaint myself with my grandson" Grandfather orders .
Chapter end
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