Rivalry Slay Quartet 1

(Elisa's POV)

I stormed my way down the hall, headed for my father's office, eyes blazing with fury as I marvelled at the audacity of the Greyhounds to demand my hand in marriage despite our decade old rivalry.

I finally arrived at the entrance of my father's office with only a wooden door standing between me and the impending confrontation. I forcefully kicked the door open, strutting in without a single sense of decorum as my gaze landed on our incredibly unwelcomed guests.

"Elisa! Darling, you're here" my father voiced, signaling for me to compose myself as he walked towards me with open arms, ushering me into the room.

I shoved right past him, taking a seat at the very top of the conference table. All eyes landed on me as I melted into the seat reserved for my father, roughly placing my feet on the table whilst staring directly at the envoys sent from the rival gang (The Greyhounds) to propose marriage. "So...you're the envoys those bastards sent to demand my hand in marriage, right?"

The older looking one of the bunch sighed in disappointment as our eyes met. "It seems the rumors were true, the white rose of the darkhorse clan is indeed nothing but a pretty face masking a nasty personality. Little girl you should try restraining your unpleasantness and show some respect for your elders" he mocked.

I chuckled upon hearing his words. "Elders?" I repeated, pulling out a loaded gun, pointing it directly at him. "Would you like me to show you exactly what it means to be an elder?" I questioned, my fingers teasing the trigger right before his eyes. "When you're an elder, doesn't it mean you'll have the privilege of kissing your gravestone long before the rest of us? Because my nasty personality is really urging me to put a bullet right in that wrinkly old mouth of yours"

My father immediately stepped in, snatching the gun from my grasp. "Compose yourself Elisa" he pleaded in an attempt to calm my anger.

"Sir Eliot, it seems your daughter's presence isn't of much use as it proves difficult for her to show some restraint. I suggest you excuse her in order for us to reach an agreement regarding the matter at hand" the old man chimed.

"It seems you really do have some balls Old man, I mean they might be worn, dried up and wrinkly but it's still there so I commend you for that. Now listen and listen very carefully, I'm guessing my father has already told you this but I'll repeat it once more only for the sake of your obvious hearing deficiency, I will not under any circumstances marry into your pathetic excuse for a bloodline. Now... why don't you take your stupid self and go report everything I've said to your master, like a good dog"

"INSOLENT!!!" He barked, slamming his hands on the table. "Shuuu...don't yell too loud" I interrupted. "You could raise your blood pressure to a dangerous level with that much anger. Please consider you age before acting out next time"