Sulynn (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Sulynn (open) Sulynn (close) The raging pit of fire to his right illuminated the room with the carefully placed lit candles on the table. The only window in the room showed that it was dark outside, because of the clouding sky, as he carefully picked at his food with the grace of a noble. He methodically cut his breast of chicken, carefully jabbed it with his fork, and lightly placing it in his mouth. No wasted movements, methodically learned and practiced his motions were. “Tonight is the night, is it not?” he asked to the butler who was standing to his right. It was something that surprised him, so much so that he did not answer right away. His master, Sulynn, had never spoken out once during dinner since his adolescence. But it may have also explained just how impactful this day was going to be for him. He knew exactly what he was referring to. It was what they had been preparing him for all these years as the first, and only child of the Creuset line. He had taken the approach of this day in stride, even when they announced it to him, he simply accepted it as truth. But it could have been that he had just not said anything about it. “Yes, master. Tonight is that night,” he affirmed with a small nod. Sulynn only gave a small hum, satisfied with that answer he was given. Finished with his food, he picked up his glass of red liquid and brought it to his mouth. He lapped up the drink in his mouth and licked his lips as he swallowed. He was now finished with his chicken and gave the butler a gesture to take the plate away. After swallowing, he spoke again, “No taste. Same as always. But it’ll have to do, right?” He took another sip of his drink. The butler gave him a small smile to the back of his head and yet another nod before taking the plate into the kitchen just outside of the room. “Very well preserved, by the way. Same as always. No matter what happens, blood is the only thing I can truly taste…” He placed his finished glass on the table and stood up. Looking to a nearby maid, he spoke once again. “I would like to leave in about two hours. I’ll want to be there early if they want me there for appearances.” With that, he stepped out of the room, and started to head up the stairs of his manor. He did need to change out of his bed robes, after all.