#asg

One must knows to never poke a sleeping dragon.

Cale is clearheaded. Very much so. He can walked straight, recounted from number one to hundreds if you asked him to, but since he is a prideful noble— a trash, namely and he had never felt so proud of that (Worth it. No one should dare baring their claws to his baby siblings.)— why would he do such thing in the first place?

And there's this guest appearing out of nowhere.

'The fuck's with this guy?'

Drenched. The color of black defined his everything from head to shoes— hair, clothes and eyes—

Eyes of grievances. That of despair and deep mourning.

Cale didn't bother to spare a glance, 'None of my business.' Father will take care of that.

Then got to hear 'Hatris Village' then provoke then got beaten then accident or smth let's just blame that CH didn't have good mental fortitude that time with his continuous provocation or smth.

Funny as how the other is the one limping in his steps than Cale who was supposed to be drunk.