Bespoke tendrils of relaxed music seemed to drift through the halls of the dilapidated manor house; creaking wooden floor boards provided an out-of-time percussion to the tunes being played. The discoloured ivory’s of the piano were pressed lightly with bony, slender fingers that were coloured with purples and blues in the form of recent bruises.
A well-dressed male paced the library; the books and units that housed them were one of few collections that were cared for in the withering building. Old pages filled with knowledge were left untouched on dusted shelves, maps and diagrams tidied away into draws for no eyes to see. It was a sorry sight, for the desk of which they were once red was dwindled with woodworm, damaged by candle wax and worn down in the grain.
His gaze was trained on the clouded window that was speckled with rain; the heavens above were soon to open with an unfathomable downpour. The wind had already turned bitter; the gentle fog was twisting down from the mountains lying just a few miles beyond.
Clock hands moved onwards, posing now near enough one-o-clock.
“They’ll be here soon. I wish everything to be ready.” The gentleman spoke; the younger, dark haired male stopping in playing the piano and instead looked up with his mismatched eyes. Receiving visitors to the manor was a rare occurrence; sometimes being rented as a place that various meetings, gatherings and whatnot could be held out of the way of prying eyes. Occult members, doctors, inventors, experimenters; the vast grounds of the old manor as well as ample space that could be modified as it was seen fit was often a unique point that drew in those willing to be hidden.
As the car pulled up outside, a member of staff was sent ahead to open the large, oak doors that lay between the grand staircase’s entrance hall and the outside’s chilling weather. Candles and wax littered the staircase; no longer lit and illuminating the large space since electricity had been recently restored.
“Welcome, friends, to Von-Prasslett manor.” The elder male spoke, quipping a smirk; “I am Xavier. I am afraid my dearest Elisabeth will not be with us, she had business to attend to in Prague.” His gaze turned to the young, raven haired male that hung back; “My son, Lyrieux, will adhere to any requests that you have during your stay. Please, ask; no matter the time of day. And make yourselves comfortable, guests.”
The earl made his exit; leaving the younger, silent male stood in front of the newcomers. He remained so for just a moment, before drawing in a long breath;
“Would you like to be shown to your rooms?”
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