And so they cuddled beneath the stars, upon the face of Ghost Rock. The full moon shone its brilliance down on Lovers Haven, illuminating everything in an otherworldly white glow. Ghost Rock itself gleamed so brightly, that it almost seemed like the rock formation emitted its own white light, like a ghost. A soft and gentle breeze blew through the air, carrying with it a soothing coolness to what turned out to be a rather heated night.
Rolo and Corinne spent the rest of the night cuddling whilst looking up at the twinkling twilight. They talked a little but mostly shared silence. It was one of those times when words were not needed, for silence said everything. It wasn't long until they fell asleep in each others arms however, comforted by the mutual love they felt for each other. Off in the distance, a coyote issued forth its call.
Charles emerged from his private bathroom in an embroidered satin silk robe. He then sat down upon one of the padded leather chairs in his bedroom. Nothing felt better than being clean at the end of a long day of being dirty. Despite his highly cultivated bearing though, Charles wasn't above roughing it every now and then. Breaking bread with the little people and all that. But it was always important for a Lancaster to act his position in life, which was naturally above all and sundry. At times though Charles almost felt a little lonely, but then he would always remember that he was filthy rich. He could buy and sell anyone, once he inherited his fathers fortune of course. Charles fancied himself more than adequate enough to prove himself however.
"Just you wait you tired, broken old man. I'm going to be a far greater Lancaster than you ever were." Charles said quietly to himself.
He looked upon the miniature photographic portrait of his father upon his glass cabinet. Charles gazed upon it with a mixture of resentment and longing. It seemed that the only person Charles cared about in the whole world, considered him both a nuisance and a fool.
Suddenly there was a knocking at his bedroom door. A short and rhythmic rapping of knuckle on wood.
"This better be important." Charles threatened.
"It's quite important sir, Mr. Yoshida is on the phone." said one of Charles' personal butlers. His voice was slightly muffled by the solid oak door.
"Really!? He knows that father is away right!?" asked Charles with genuine curiosity.
"Indeed he does sir. He has a favour he wishes to ask of you in particular." replied his butler.
"Curious." Charles replied.
He stood up from his chair then headed towards the door of his bedroom. Charles considered it strange that one of his fathers important business contacts asked for him in particular, and at that time of night. He sighed as he braced himself for this rather mysterious conversation.
