Rated M for language, suggestive/sexual content, and possible excessive violence
The Tindus residence was a far-cry from the Yoricson Manor in size and sheer amount of gold invested into it, but then there were few estates in the whole kingdom that could match the Yoricson Manor. And no one was here for the sights, of course. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, though honestly Jonah had had enough of that a few minutes after arriving.
Jonah was here to 'escort' his sister Linette, whose suitor was celebrating his thirtieth birthday. Marcus Tindus was the heir to a rather wealthy mine owner, Yuri Tindus, and was obviously a fair choice for Linette if he wasn't such a meathead. If only he had the muscles he was so fond of thinking with, Jonah thought with a chuckle. One of the ladies nearby looked at him oddly when he seemed to laugh at nothing, but a sour look from Jonah put her off enough to move on with her business within the moment.
Of course, Linette was too smitten to care about Marcus's personality. Jonah had always thoughts that Lin was in for the money when she went after boys as a child, but now he was obviously right. And hated it. But then, there were other things for him to hate that night. This thought came along just as one of a certain family strode into sight.
William Black had been persistent in his pursuit of Linette's hand in marriage for quite a long time until he had realized that she was a Yoricson. That had put him down quicker that a hatchet to the neck. There had been a blood feud between their families ever since Jonah could remember, and what irked him about it was that no one had every explained what exactly the feud was about. But he willingly followed the hate his parents had instilled on him, as it was only obvious by the way the Blacks treated him that they were worthy of the hate. William foremost of them, Jonah believed.
The eldest of his generation, Jonah was told, William was only three years older than Jonah, which meant that there wasn't much that he knew that Jonah didn't. Which allowed Jonah to get away with a lot...
"Hey, Black," Jonah sneered, a sinister look on his face as he spoke. "I heard that someone saw a monster hanging about your manor the other day. I went to check it out myself, but apparently they mistook your mother for a hairy brute with three eyes." Jonah paused to let the words sink in for a moment, then... "But hey, they weren't far off!"