Trevor Belmont “Not married, does not equal “Single and ready to mingle.””
It was not the Speaker way to marry someone you just started a relationship with.
Trevor was extremely glad that there wasn’t any pressure in their relationship for marriage or kids. He knew that neither of them were emotionally ready for such a big step.
A part of Trevor was convinced that Sypha was going to wake up one day to realize that she deserved someone 1000% better then him.
So they continued courting, and for the time, remained unmarried.
Which was enough for every lord, baron, and inspiring peasant to continue trying to claw their way a spot in the Belmont Family lineage. ————————————————————————————————–
A Baron by the name of Victor announced in a letter that he would be arriving at the Belmont estate in a weeks time for a friendly visit.
Why he was visiting, Trevor had no idea. The man hadn’t stated any reason and he’s never met the nobleman before.
The bastard even timed it so that he wouldn’t even have been able to even respond with a “Leave Me The Fuck Alone,” Response, and was probably already half way to his estate.
Sypha was with Alucard in his castle when the Baron arrived.
The Baron who of course has never met Trevor before, had no idea what he looked like.
So when he walked up to greet Trevor, who was lounging in a chair outside the estate, enjoying the rare warm weather. Wearing just a simple tunic and pants, he assumed he was speaking to a servant.
“Greetings, Yes I know its Sunday and the day to relax, my dear fellow. But your lord is expecting me and we don’t want to keep him waiting. Tell me, is your master here at the present, or is he off on other duty’s until later?
Trevor looked the man Victor over. He looked exactly the same as other men of wealth who he’s encountered in the past. He was short, plump, and wearing godly robe that dragged along the grass.
“Lord Belmont is at home yes, shall we go to the dining room for…introductions?”
“OH! Is he just inside then? Non since, lord Belmont and I are like brothers in arms”
Trevor raised an eyebrow, “Really?” A small smile gracing his face, now enjoying the mans ridiculousness.
“Oh yes young man, I’m positive that you’ll hear all about it later on. In the meantime, my daughters have been nagging about the length of the trip and I want the first impression of what may be their future home to be done before they become anymore stressed.”
11 horse drawn carriages sat in a line,Three of them holding large chests of possessions, 1 large and decorated, and five smaller versions of the first.
“Future home, are they expecting to stay?”
“Oh that of course,” The baron answered, inspecting a decal on a window frame. “The Lord has never announced an engagement, and after being excommunicated for so long, he would have jumped at the chance to marry if he had someone in mind once the church allowed him inside again.”
“I’ll see to them then” Trevor was dying inside, from laughter trying to break his ribs from begin held in, or from the mans annoyance. he wasn’t sure.
Trevor opened carriages, and was screamed at and ridiculed every time by the five women who inhabited them.
God he wished it was Sypha screaming at him.
after unpacking everything for the daughters at the fathers request, and setting up their rooms, and listening to them tell him story’s about how close they were to “My dear friend Trevor Belmont,” He decided to end the fun.
Trevor left without a word, changed into his regular clothes not meant for casual sunbathing, and returned to hear the group laughing and gossiping about the “Servant” they had just met and how they wouldn’t mind keeping him around after their family takes control of the Belmont manor.
“So, now that you’ve all introduced yourselves, it’s my turn” Trevor enters the room, Belmont insignia proud on his chest an whip relaxed on his side.
“I’m Trevor Belmont. Lord of the Belmont estate, and according to you-”
6 glasses of wine shatter on the ground.
Trevor strides across the room, glowing in full vampire hunter glory.
“I’m your dear old friend.”
“Lets talk about why your really hear, after all.” Trevor sits down in a large cushioned chair. “You’ve already told me plenty about it.”
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