<strong>Marco at the Training Grounds...</strong><br/><br/>Marco stood within the training grounds, observing each of the new slaves that were brought in. Each of them seeming to be rather intriguing in their own way as he observed the auras radiating off of their bodies, as well as the emotions of the other trainers in the room. He was even able to pick up Arianna's aura, despite the fact that she was concealing herself with her shadows. Everyone seemed to be accounted for except the Lady D'enes, but Marco prefered it that way. His meetings with his older sister were never pleasant, the two of them always winding up butting heads.<br/><br/>A new aura approached, and Marco shuddered, knowing who it was before the person even entered the room. As Mira entered the room, his eyes rolled at the conceded nature of the girl. She was Adonia's prized possession, but Marco only saw her as the same inferior being that she arrived as. Still, he needed to contain his hate for the slave girl, knowing the consequences if he gave her the beating that she rightfully deserved. On top of the fact that he'd have to hear his sibling's irritating voice, he didn't want to risk losing his rights to the family fortune. As much as he hated to admit it, but it was a lot easier for him to operate the way he wanted to when he had the D'enes name to justify his actions.<br/><br/>Despite Marco's feelings toward his sister, he despised Mira even due to the fact that she was beneath him. His cringed as her voice filled the room, her words sounding like nails scratching a chalkboard to him. In all honesty, she probably wasn't that bad and, to others, might actually seem rather attractive, but that just showed how much Marco detested her. As she stated who his new slave would be, he gave a brief glance over to the girl before returning his eyes back to Mira as she approached him.<br/><br/>“Well, now… To what do I owe the misery of having to speak to you, Mira? Is the ‘Lady’ that busy that she can’t come along herself to get her merchandise?” He spoke sarcastically with little respect, knowing that it was the only way he could show his disdain without having to worry about being ‘disciplined’ by his Adonia. Marco’s head turned back to the three slaves. “Either way, I know that I have no choice. I wouldn’t want to upset the Countess, now would I?”<br/><br/>Marco finally walked up to the slave, not showing much emotion, and motioned for them to follow him. “I am Master Marco. The three of you will come with me. The Lady D’enes wishes for each of our presences.” He told them as he turned to begin walking away, waiting for them to join him. Part of him wasn't sure if Mira was going to come along with him as she seemed rather busy arguing with one of the new slaves, but all of him wanted her to stay behind.<br/><br/><strong>Continued in Adonia's Office...</strong>