Chapter 66: The Plan

[Days ago, before the events of the welcoming ceremony...]

Isaac was left fuming, he was bleeding and ontop of that he had a broken nose. He watched Isla as she walked away smiling with that Kiro boy.

"That b*tch. She'll pay." He mumbled to himself as he staggered towards the medicentre. "I'll—I'll gut her. Just you wait—I'll destroy them all."

Isaac wanted more than anything to get his fathers approval. He knew suppressing those two would make his father acknowledge him.

His father didn't think much of him he knew this from the bottom of his heart, and now he was hearing rumours that he was looking to marry.

Isaac had never questioned his mother's death. He was told, she died in childbirth, but when he was 6 he overheard the maids talking about his mother having a really healthy pregnancy. About how strange it was that she died after giving birth.

He didn't understand much back then, but as he grew older he realized what had happened. He didn't care though, he'd never met his mother, and his father was warm to him. Up until he was old that is.

'Father does love me, I'm the failure, I just have to make this right and put that rat in his place, back into his hole and father will see just how useful I am and he won't need any more heirs but me.'

He had a scheduled call with his father that very afternoon. He knew it'd be about his humiliation in Asgard. So he quickly wanted to hide the other humiliation that was, his broken nose. He was glad it was something that they could fix in a minute.

He walked quite a distance and could see his 'subjects' waiting for him. He wasn't happy with them at all. The air around them was a happy one, which made him more furious.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked when he reached them.

"You told us to hang back because you wanted some alone time with her, sir." One boy said.

Isaac slapped him across the face. Pushed him to the ground, and continued to assault him. With all the moving his nose started paining, so he stopped. The boy curled on the ground. His eyes glinted dangerous, and his fists tightened.

He got up and was ready to fight back, he was held back by one other. When he looked at him with eyes full of fury, he shook his head. Isaac hadn't noticed, but some within his trusted circle were growing tired of his attitude.

They didn't have a problem following him, but they didn't like that he treated them as slaves. There was only so much they could endure, and they were tired, Ronald Chase in particular was absolutely up to his neck fed up.

Yes his father was powerful. They received benefits being in their favour, but it was not worth this kind of humiliation. Ronald calmed himself down and fell back.

"You all are idiots, that didn't mean you should hang back this far out, so much that you didn't even see me getting my nose broken by... by—" The name couldn't get out of his mouth, he was embarrassed that a girl got one over him.

Even though, physically girls could be as strong, Isaac's thinking was thousands of years back. He saw women as nothing more than trophies. He truly was, body and mind, in the monarchy era.

Isaac walked forwards, Ronald put his hand on the boy who stopped him from beating up Isaac and held him back.

"Alex if this happens again, and you stop me—" He tightened his grip on his shoulder, "I'll rip your arm out and beat you senseless with it."

"Ron, man, calm down. Do you want to be on their bad side?" Alex said, a bit scared of his friends sudden change of attitude.

Ursa smiled. She was dark, tall and beautiful. If she were part of high society she would've been a goddess. She wouldn't be short of suitors, every boy would throw themselves at her.

Even then Isaac didn't like her that much, he was just using her, it was lust, nothing more. She was just another toy available for him to play with.

Ursa was madly in love with Isaac though. It wasn't the money or status or that he was good looking, she just loved being bossed around.

It was already in the early hours, they were lying in bed.

"Are you ready to tell me what happened to your nose?"

Isaac didn't say anything. He wasn't in the mood to talk or think about Isla.

"I can tell, even if you've been treated. I can—"

"Will you just let it rest? Be a good girl and do what I want to ask you."

Isaac was hot and cold with her. She had hoped he'd fall in love with her in return. Though she knew, her status, meant it was never going to happen, she was hopeful.

"Anything for you."

"I want you to drug someone, and frame them."

"Who?" She knew better than to ask why.

"Kiro Waynworth."

"But he's from the slums, he's dirty, don't you care for me at all?"

Isaac ignored this. "If you succeed, I'll tell father to make it a point that you're elevated in status."

Her eyes sparkled. Gaining status meant she could be with Isaac out in the open. The sneaking around wouldn't exist anymore. They could finally, act like an actual couple.

"Then, we'd be together officially?"

Isaac stopped himself from almost groaning. He had no plans whatsoever to get serious with Ursa. She was but a stepping stone for him. Everyone was.

But if he showed disdain at the idea now, Ursa may not be motivated to do this. His plan would fail, and he'd be back to square one with his father.

"Yes, we'll be together once we're equals." He ridiculed the idea of ever considering himself equal to her.

She smiled. "Okay then, I'll do it."