Love, Pain, and Loyalty Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Roan really spent his prisoner without food. His father didn’t send him a food for diner. His father had to be mad at him, that he had to do without food tonight. Even his father really harsh on him, Roan never been locked like this before, and his father never left him hungry. He felt like a bad kid. And now his stomach really screamed now as he had not eating from midday. There was nothing he could do but tried to sleep with empty bowl. Hoping somebody would come rescue him.

Fergus stood near Roan’s out door. His heart was breaking of imagine how was Roan now. Roan must be starved now. His Father didn’t let him to take the food for the boy. How badly he wanted to sneak out and send Roan some food, or even some bread. But he knew Lord Master watched him. He had warned him,
“Tried to send him a food, I will have your hand cut. You know I meant it, Fergus,” glared at him. And Fergus knew, His Lord never played with his own words.
So now, Fergus could only stand near the door, hoping Roan would be as strong as him.

It was almost midday when Roan finally woke up in the next morning. He was waken up by his screamed stomach, and there was no sign somebody was coming to send him a food. He sighed in desperate. His father really let him starving. He couldn’t believe that!

And he even couldn’t believed, that no one came for sending him some food or even for visiting him.

It nearly dark as the door was finally opened.
He jumped eagerly. Even with empty stomach, he still had strength. It was Fergus. With an empty hand.
“Thank you, Lord, finally someone visiting me!”
“How you are doing, Master?” his sighed in relieved as the sight of the boy who still have the energy to be mad.
“Starving!” Roan snapped out. “And you didn’t bring any food for me?”
“Yes. Your father really mad at you this time. You have to see that.”
“Yes, I know. Let his son starved.”
“That is you have must to learn.”
“Feels how being a slave? Lack of food?” Roan was still angry. “What that supposed to mean?”
“You know it, Master.” Then he sighed. “Well, Lord Master invited you to have dinner with him. So get wash now, your father has waiting for you. Don’t be late.”
He just sighed. Finally, His father let him to eat.
“On five minutes, then I’ll be down.”
Fergus just nodded, and dismissed.

Roan took a quick washed and take a nice clothes, then got out to the dining room.
His father had waiting for him with his cold eyes.

“Good evening, father”
“Good evening, son. Sit.”
Roan sat where he used to sit, just ride beside his father.
A servant started to serve him the diner.
Roan looked the food in front of him. He hesitated to eat.
“Eat it, son. I believed you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
“Yes, father,” with that he ate like an animal like he never ate before. He starved, and he didn’t care if his father would mad at him again.

Roan ate them all, emptied all the plate. And now Roan was very full.

“You ate like an animal, son,” he didn’t even look at him.
“Forgive me, father. I’m starving.”
His father didn’t reply.
“Stay at your room, I have not giving you permission to leave the manor,” with the cold voice.
“Yes, father.”
He rose up, and left from the dining room.
As he father left, Roan murmured in hated, then back to his room.

He popped his body to the seat and tried to think what his father done to him. Sometimes he never understood why his father was so harsh to him. He was very cold and strict. Roan spent a hardly time being his son. His father often used his crop for his punishment when he was child. He remembered he had to spend his piano lesson with hands full with red welts from the crop. His father would crop his palms in every note he missed. So when Roan finally reached one good song, his hands were barely moving with red welts over his palms. But he survived, and now he could play piano very well, just like Mozart. And he was proud of it. At the end he had to understand why his father was so strict and harsh on him. It was for him. But still he couldn’t understand the way his father treated the slave. And thinking of slave, he couldn’t not think about Mark. How was he now, did he suffer like he did? Hope he didn’t.

The next morning, Roan wake up and expected the door was locked, and yes it was locked. Roan begun desperate to think his father would let him starving again until dinner time. But he was wrong. At ten, Fergus was coming to bring him breakfast.

“Good morning, Master?” Fergus was come with a tray of breakfast.
“Good morning, Fergus. Am I still grounded?”
“Yes, Master, for five days,” he put the tray on table, and invited his master to have breakfast
Roan winded his eyes, “Five days! I will stick on this room for five days!?”
“At least he didn’t let you starving this time. Your meal will serve anytime you asked. Now have your breakfast, Master.”
Still in murmured, Roan approached the table and sat. “I’m not worried with starving, but I have to see Mark, Fergus. How can I meet him if I’m on this prison for FIVE DAYS!” he made five days as the clearly words. “I’m no fucking kid!!”
“So do not act like one. It is for your goodness, Master. Now eat,” as Roan hadn’t started to eat.
Roan had to obeyed. He cut the pieces of bread and pushed it to his mouth.
“My goodness?” with full mouth of bread. “Separating me from my best friend?”
“No, but to make you learn how to be an obedient son.”
“That ludicrous!” Roan banged his fork and landed to floor. He couldn’t hold his anger. His father really treated him like a bad kid, like an obedient kid.
“Now, Master, just do what your father said,” Fergus took the fork and cleaned it, then handed back to Roan. “Please, do not questioning him again. Do not make your father even madder. I promise, I will take care of Mark for you. You no need to worry about him.”
Roan looked at him. “Can you do that, Fergus?”
“Yes, I can, Master. You can count me.”
“You won’t tell father?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Alright. Just watched him, and I’ll do my prisoner,” well what he could do?
Fergus sighed in relieved. “Now, finished your breakfast.”
As Roan finished his breakfast, Fergus took the tray and dismissed.
“Be good son, Master,” before he shut off the door.
Roan didn’t even replay. He just banged the table in anger.

TBC