Sully

When we entered the dining hall, almost all the chairs were occupied.

Damien nodded at the man who sat at the head of the long table.

I raised my eyes and saw the Head of Silverclaw family. He was a man with domineering presence. His head was held high as he watched me head to toe. He had dark black hair like Damien and silver eyes. He was just an older version of Damien. He was most probably in his early forties. How old was Damien? I had no idea. I should ask him after the meal was over.

On his right was a smiling short woman. She had dark hair, a mix between brown and black, and freckles all over her face. The woman beside her gave me a small smile. She had hair as white as snow. Her eyes were golden like fire. She seemed timid. There was another woman on the Head’s left-hand side. She had only one eye. The other eyelid was sewn shut. So were her lips. I shuddered and gulped down the scream that almost left my mouth.

Damien placed a hand on the small of my back and led me to three empty chairs beside the white-haired woman. He kept the chair next to her empty and took the other chair. He helped me sit down beside him. I could barely see other people in the room. There were many children, all aged between ten years old and early twenties. The Head had three wives and had a lot of children.

“How was your wedding night?” the dark-haired woman asked.

I could not even blush since I was scared of that woman with sewn eyelid and lips.

“It was satisfactory,” Demian said.

“It might as well be. You took my pet from me!” a girl yelled. She had red hair like the scary woman and red eyes.

“Now, now, don’t be sad, sweetheart,” the dark-haired woman said. “Your father will give you another pet. This one belongs to Damien now.”

I felt disgusted. They were talking about me like I was a pet, not a human being.

The door of the dining hall opened and a young woman walked in. She was probably the same age as Damien. She had white hair and silver eyes. She wore a white dress the same color as her skin and bright red lip paint. She was beautiful, like a goddess. Her name was Rose. I had seen her before.

“Am I late?” she murmured as she took the empty seat between Demian and the white-haired woman. That must be Rose’s mother. They looked very much alike. However, Rose did not have any of her mother’s timidness. In fact, her attitude and gestures were more like her father’s.

Breakfast was served. I could barely eat anything even though I ate almost nothing yesterday. The maids forced me to eat soup before the wedding night. Other than that, I ate nothing the whole day. According to my family’s tradition, brides must remain hungry before her marriage. Only after the wedding could she eat.

“She has beautiful body,” the dark-haired woman said. That should be Damien’s mother. If not, then that woman with sewn eyelids and lips would be his mother. “Did you see her breasts? Huge. You must like them, Damien.”

Damien did not say anything.

The woman winked at me. “My son did not like any of the women I sent him. He would always send them back. He must truly like you since he wanted you for himself right after seeing you.”

“I wonder how your ex-fiancé would react. He must have gotten the news,” the Head said. It was the first time I heard him talking. He had a deeper voice than Damien. “What do you think, Sully Silverclaw? How will he react?”

“He will be angry,” I murmured.

“Ah, yes. He will be angry,” he said and threw his head back and laughed. “Very angry, indeed. Very angry.”