Kapitel 49: Chapter (49): Nimble

Rave couldn't believe that Hux truly meant fool's paradise! They sent him back home as soon as they realized his father was a former knight. He kicked the dust bin and scattered the stray cats. They meowed harshly as they found his problematic manner.

Rave strode to the dark lane which was empty. All people would go to the center but it didn't include his father. The butchery was closed and it was obvious that he sold all the porks to the feast attendees.

He searched his pockets then his lazy pace increased as he found a huge hole in his left pocket. He sighed and stumped his feet on the snow, squashing it. He remembered the last time, that he missed the keys, his father was about to cut his gut to feed these stray cats. He just turned twenty last month but still, his father was treating him like a kid.

He cleared his throat to summon his courage, he heaved out a warm deep breath from his lungs and then knocked on the door.

No reply came in exchange. He knew that his father was inside at least the scent of the plug was revealing it.

"Father, I know you are there. Can you please open the door? It is frizzing outside."

"Did you miss your keys again? Then use your ass and come inside if you got no brain to burn its fat."

He laughed, Rave could imagine him blowing the smoke out of his lungs, leaning back to the rest of his hand-made giant rocking chair. He gazed up, he had to climb up to the roof and enter the house from there. What a sick way, he told himself.

He dangled to the wall and nimbly jumped up. From there he dragged himself on the roof. He gazed at the southern part that the feast was holding. The prince and Hux asked him to see them there. The prince wasn't a social person certainly he was after something in that district.

He roamed to the door on the roof that was left open. He used to let it be like that for urgent situations like this. Not wasting more time, he went inside. He had many questions to ask. His father's answers could be his ticket to enter the knights' troop.

He closed the door and went to the stairs. As he guessed his father had the position that had displayed in his imagination. He jumped down from the second floor and sat on the stone floor, his father didn't even turn his face.

"What did the knight want from you?" His father asked, wearing a bizarre face.

The house was clean not even close to the butchery that only a door could lead them to it. The house light was dim, only three candles were supporting it. His father was sitting by the fireplace.

"So you knew that!"

"I did, that badge was on my chest one day."

He remarked.

"Alright, I want to join them as a tracker. Tonight I came to let you know."

He began the conversation, he couldn't say that hey father come and tell me the Lord's secret instead he could pursue him to give him a bunch of memories.

He marched forward, dragging the chair out, he sat at the table.

"Are you sure that you can do what they do? They kill, they torment and they will be harshly chased to be killed. They have no peace, their dreams are veiled with nightmares. Don't look at those clean clothes and the honors they achieve repeatedly. They have to sell their souls to demons sometimes. This is what the court of Bolingtone is."

He explained but Rave knew all of this before. Either way, he expected to explore things that were beyond his anticipation.

"How was the troop that you were in? Why did you all dissipate?"

Rave began, his father started himself, and rarely did he narrate something.

"The decision was made by seven of us. We wanted to end that and make a new life. And it worked, I love my current boring life."

He put the cigarette on his lips again.

"Father, it was for your leader, Lord James, wasn't it?"

"I, John McCain, the second hand of him would never bow to that court again because you can't even imagine that what they did to us. They forced us to burn a whole village with every person in it. That's their true face. Makes nothing with Miguel, he could have never rescued from that court because of the Princess thirst."

He finally mentioned something good.

"What is it to her?"

His father sighed, "you are extracting words from me, don't you?"

"I do because I want to know before joining them."

His father nodded, he had to let him know about the wicked people that he dreamed of being in their clan. He couldn't stop him at all.

"Princess Livia approached Miguel, intoxicated him by her beauty and love. But a toxic one, not a true one, she was a spy from her mother to keep us in the court when they noticed that we want to resign."

Rave did not expect this at all. He trusted his father, he never heard a wrong word from his mouth.

"Then he was trapped and she left him!"

John slowly bobbed his head, his eyes fixed on the dark corner that Rave guessed was a portion of his memories.

Nice father, tell me more and it will boost my courage.

"Yes, but she left him something that he couldn't survive from her."

His father's face grew blank and dim, his eyes rolled on Rave.

"Stop it, I won't say more but rest assured, you will tear your ass if you join that court, you have to kill your soul, no human with a soft heart can bear the Queen and her courtiers.

"What did she do to him? Tell me, father, if the courtier ladies are a bunch of demons, I must be vigilant." He smirked.

Rave could feel the curiosity that bit his nerves.

"A dead son! She left him with a dead son. She left him as a loser."

Rave frowned, he came here to earn answers but this answer was sharper than he expected.

"Father, I am sorry but unfortunately, she had forced him to marry her!"

Rave declared and as he said that, his father punched the table. His son jerked back, his chair shook. He never saw his father like this, fire was flaming out of his blushed face. Rave grabbed the candle to make sure it wouldn't drop.

"That whore." His eyes moved on Rave, "join them, protect Miguel, trust no one if you want to protect your head, and now shake your useless legs we are going to the feast."

Rave's mouth dropped. How fast he changed his mind but he would eagerly carve this advice into his head.