Transmigrated To A Beastworld As The Lazy Wife Of The Fox Lord-Chapter 53: Breaking the news, in a tub!

As promised, Elias returned at night. Like a regular member of the house, he matched straight to Sienna’s bedroom. By the time she made it there, after doing pilates, he was standing in the bathroom.

Her eyes found the tub. It was enormous, carved from black stone, with water steaming faintly. She looked back at Elias again, his long legs were exposed, his chest bare, save for the swimming shorts, he did not have anything else on. His expression was the usual: cold, aristocratic disdain as if the tub itself barely met his fancy standards.

Wrapped in a towel so thick that it looked like Sienna had stolen it from a monastery, she raised a frying pan like a sword and shield at the same time. "You better not think about any mischief," she warned.

Elias stepped into the tub and settled in the warm water. "Mischief? You flatter yourself."

"I flatter no one," she snapped. "This is strictly business. I did research on this method. My skin absorbs your scent better this way, and that is why I am here. But, if you so much as twitch a tail in my direction, this pan will meet your skull."

Elias leaned back against the head rest he had been quick to claim. "Sienna Miller, always dramatic. How will my scent be wrapped everywhere if you are guarding your body like a sacred relic left behind by a beast god? My scent is not a perfume, it cannot be dabbed on some parts of the wrist and left out on others."

Sienna adjusted her towel like a fortress and stepped into the tub. The water spilled over, as though it was complaining about something. "Yeah well, consider this taking it slow. If it works, we never have to see each other naked."

Steam curled between them, a misty no-man’s-land. They sat like rival generals forced into the same tub to negotiate a treaty neither wanted to sign. The silence was not endearing, it was suffocating.

Elias could not help but think their last scenting session had been one hundred times better. At least, it had been enjoyable compared to this.

After a long silence, he spoke again, voice low and deliberate. "We should talk about something important. Your father."

Her grip in the handle of the pan tightened. "What about him?"

"You never met him," Elias stated, "Well....now may not be the best time to bring it up but I have to." He looked way from her eyes to the ripples, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news but you never will. He is dead."

The words dropped like stones into the tub. She blinked, stunned, then frowned. "You know my father and he is dead!"

He made a half nod, "Mmm, I was visited by an elder from the Falcon tribe. Your father’s name was Paris Rocland."

Sienna juggled the name in her mind. The man had always been a fictional figure, even his name was a mystery. Now, she had a name, but it was useless. It was sad news, but she didn’t feel a thing because he was a stranger. "If you are expecting me to weep for a dead beat dad, don’t."

His tone was dry, "Of course I wasn’t. It would be ridiculous to cry for someone you never knew or met. You are built for theatrics but deep down you keep to sanity."

"And you are built for arrogance." she replied.

He sighed. "Sienna, not every conversation between us needs to an argument. You don’t have to respond to everything I say with a sting. I have more to tell you on the subject. Your father commit a crime..."

"Oh great, so I am a criminal’s daughter!" She sneered. "Let me tell you, I have no ties to that beast man. He flew out of my life before I was weaned. I don’t even share his name. If they are looking for someone to claim his body or pay a fine or something, they should look elsewhere."

He shook his head. "This conversation will go faster if you don’t cut me off. He committed a crime and died but his family is paying the consequences. They have been expelled from the tribe. They are seeking refuge with you now."

She stared at him, towel slipping slightly as she sat forward. "Refuge? With me? I have never even met them! What am I supposed to do, conjure up extra rooms and set out extra towels and plates at the table?"

Elias sighed again, and tipped his head back. "You have step sisters, young ones, grandparents, uncles and aunts. Your father never told his family about you and Soren, an elder from the tribe did. He is certain that blood will call to you and you will embrace them."

She snorted. "Blood can call all it wants but I am deaf." she retorted. "I don’t even know their names. For all I know, they are freeloaders who will suck everything I have and I don’t have much. All my money comes from you. My live streams will be monetized after a month. I can’t afford to take them in financially."

Elias’s lips twitched, the faintest ghost of amusement. "I said something like that to Elder Thad. I understand blood ties and I am sure you are curious to meet your family but they have come with expectations. Financial ones. It will put pressure on you, your mother and Soren.

Then, there is the factor of you being my wife. The Falcon tribe is making an offer of willingness to remove the expulsion, in the eyes of the public. But, the Rocland’s are still not welcome back to the tribe. However, this is only if you are willing to recognize them.

If you don’t, the expulsion stands. The tribe must release the news of the expulsion of the Rocland’s soon to prevent anyone from being fooled into providing any kind of service while expecting a pay out or help from the falcons. Your ties to them will become public knowledge. It will be a stain on your reputation.

I am afraid that we don’t have many options. The falcon’s want to use this to make me sign a new trade agreement with them. They also wouldn’t mind having one of their own as the wife of the fox lord. They want to claim you and your brother loudly."