Chapter 18: Micheal Von Blitzfeld
The hearth fire crackled, casting a warm and amber glow over the whole room. I sat there on the sofa waiting for my Aunt to come.
I was in Aunt Josephine's house in Rasendorf Village. It was a cosy and warm place, unlike the cold walls and halls of the Blitzfeld Mansion. The door connected to the kitchen sprang open as Aunt, who was holding a porcelain cup in her hands, stepped out.
"Here you go," Aunt Josephine said, putting the porcelain cup down with practised ease. Steam rose from the red liquid inside it, curling into the air.
I took a sip from the flower-patterned cup. Its sweetness poked at my buds, and the hot tea burned my tongue.
"It's hot," I murmured, scratching my tongue against my teeth.
"So, you said that he beat you to a pulp because you tried to call off the engagement?" Aunt asked as she sat across from me on the other sofa. Her arms crossed as she settled.
"Yes," I said putting the cup back on the table between us, "He did not tell you?"
"No," She shook her head, "But why would you try to break the engagement off? You liked Elisabeth, right?"
"Even went running behind her during the ceremonies or banquets."
"I would prefer if you don't bring up those memories" I sighed remembering the simping shit Noah did. "And no, I don't like her. She used me for her own benefits and I have no intention of being used as a pawn by the Edelstein or Blitzfeld"
"Fine but why are you here? After you clearly rejected my suggestions two months ago"