He just had to accept that he was never going to get any peace.
Illeuid laid on the floor, having long since accepted that there was nothing he could do. How he was going to become utilize any of theses skills when it seemed that they had a mind of there own had him at a loss. studying whatever pattern he could find on his stone ceiling. There were veins of white and gray the curled in random swirls. After a moment, he realized that they were moving. It had transitioned into a dizzying hypnotic pattern that pressed against his eyes. it felt as if his irises had melted, matching the pattern in a way that felt violating. His stomach rolled with nausea. The entire experience was so overwhelming, the sensation sickening him to the point that his head hurt to the point that he had to close his eyes. He pressed his hands to his ears, the constant switch between the crescendo and decrescendo becoming more subdued.
God, he was starting to hate that violin.
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"What do you mean he was playing music?" Reina Veilkerhurst asked the female servant. It was such a ridiculous notion. Music playing without a source. Yet that is what Brenna, a maid who had been with the family for twenty years was relaying to the right hand woman to the head of Veilkerhurst. She knew that the other woman was not mad. Even so, what she was saying made little to no sense.
"It is as I said, my lady." Brenna insisted. The confusion had not left her face the entire time she made her report.. "I heard violin music coming from the youngest Veilkerhurst room. Yet when I checked, there was no source for the music. The young master was laid upon his carpet, no evidence that the sound was coming from him or anywhere in his room." Everyone was aware how bare the room for the youngest was. Except for a small wardrobe closet, a large bed and a medium sized dresser, he had nowhere to hide any musical instruments. Much less, a violin.
She continued, looking down at the handkerchief that she was wringing in her hands. "I have never seen anything like it."
Reina dismissed the servant, still mulling over her strange report as she walked towards her husband's office. It was imperative that she get to the bottom of what was happening with the youngest. Too many strange occurrences were happening around him. Vlaus continued to look over the documents that laid neatly on his desk, their towering stature casting him in deep shadow.
"Our youngest seems want to be a musician," she announced as a way of greeting. She strolled to his desk, leaning against it casually as she peered over the documents laid upon the desk. "Maybe we should support him." Her husband arched a brow at her. She leaned down towards his ear. Her tone was now seductive yet her words were not as exhilarating.
"Brenna could not find the source of the song, however. She contributed it to an illusion of some kind."
"Does he intend to lull his enemies to sleep before he kills them?" Was her husband's response, his disinterest causing him to disregard the peculiarity.
"But would it not be entertaining?" His wife joked. "Imagine, the Veilkerhurst Family venturing into opera. The masses would quake from the fright."
Vlaus sighed, his annoyance at his youngest once again making its appearance. "I do not understand why that child cannot just be like his brothers." At his wife's own raised brow, he added: "Or even emulate his sister. He comes from a family of warriors and magicians and yet he does not show the same prowess as his brethren."
Reina hummed as she sat upright. Her husband gave up the pretense of concentrating on his paperwork, changing his interest to pulling her into his lap.
"Please, my love," she implored, though her lips were curled in amusement. "The chair is too uncomfortable."
"It is how we got Reilard," he commented. He relaxed as she wrapped herself around him. He reached for the dagger she kept in her back pocket, placing it on his desk. Reina curled herself around him, her eyes passing lazily around the office. Even in moments of intimacy, she knew that she could never rest. It may have been years since her husband had someone place a trap in his office, but one could never be too careful. Vigilance is what helped them survive. She shifted the cuffs of her coat. She felt reassured that her small knives were still nestled beneath their cover, the sheaths a comfortable suede material.
"The youngest may be showing interest in the competition," Vlaus theorized. "But he is inexperienced when it comes to secrecy. He has had slip ups before." It was the truth. The youngest Veilkerhurst had always struggled to school his expressions. The reason he was able to keep their secrets was due to them--and many other members of the family--omitted pertinent information concerning the missions. One could argue that such restriction would sabotage his progress. Yet everyone else had managed to adapt with such handicaps. This just proved that the youngest lacked the natural Veilkerhurst instinct.
Reina hummed. "I do not believe that is the case any longer, my love." She remembered how sudden it was when the demeanor of her youngest changed. One day, he was simpering for affection, desperate to get on his older siblings good graces. The next he barely flinched if anyone so much as snarled at him. He would either huff in annoyance or roll his eyes. His attitude had become somewhat similar to Brakus when it came to his new temperament. There was an impatience to him that was never there before. One that would ignite whenever he would interact with his family.
Though she was relieved that he no longer had the nauseating need for physical affection from her, as that was a weakness most of them were weaned from by their surroundings early on in childhood, it was jarring seeing him now display open dislike for everyone around him. They should be reassured that he was still too weak for the emotions to be threat.
"We're fine for the time being," she reassured her husband. "He is showing frustration that is expected at that age." She had seen it in the common folk who were exempt from their lifestyle. It should not be too hard to navigate.
Vlaus had settles his hands on her lower region. One hand softly gripping her hip, his fingers hooked around the bony groove between her stomach and the top of her thigh. The other on her lower back.
"I don't think this anger is normal." At his wife's questioning look, he continued. "When I had him in my office not too long ago, his expression was more peculiar than usual. There may be a chance that his weaker magic was being affected by his emotions. It would not have stood out to me if not for that fact that I was certain that I saw steam coming out of his ears."
His wife froze, her stiff body the only evidence of her shock.
"Steam came out of his ears?" She repeated. She searched her mind for information for how that could occur. Was it possible that their youngest's magic was elemental? When she relayed the inquiry to her husband, he shook his head.
"This was not like any elemental magic that I had ever seen."
Well, this just stumped her. Her husband was great at identifying the different kinds of magic one could be adept at. Yet if he was certain that what he saw was not elemental magic, then she had to get to the bottom of this mystery.
"I'll invite the youngest to my quarters," she informed him. She retrieved her dagger off of his desk, kissing him on the forehead before hopping off of his lap. "I'm curious if I will see this phenomenon."
Vlaus shook his head at her excitement. If there was anyone who could solve this mystery he knew it was Reina Veilkerhurst.