Good things

" Did you meet with her?." Malburt asked as he munched on his food, a plate of sauced pork meat. He had gotten back an hour ago and had not met with her yet. No update from anyone yet and no sign of Number 6.

" Meet with who?." Alac asked, not lifting his eyes from his food. He knew whom his Father was referring to but pretended not to. He wanted him to tell him whom she really was. He felt disgusted by how easily his Father was planning to replace his Mom even though she had been dead for Twenty Five years.

" Alia." He answered and arched his lip upward. 

Was Alac trying to play a game with him?.

He thought and sighed.

" Yes I met with her." He replied coldly. He was starting to lose his appetite from having to talk about his concubine but kept shoving the food down his throat. He barely ate these days and had to regain his strength.

" And what do you think?." He asked as he gently tapped the plate with the tip of the fork.