Hiram was indeed in his room—he was sleeping. He didn’t do that too much, and certainly not at regular hours. Today’s nap would have been better left uninterrupted. As it was, it seemed another member of the family wanted to flex.

The explosion would have caused a normal person to jump out of bed and scramble to the floor for cover. Hiram wasn’t normal. None of the Eldouirs were. They lived their lives in a constant state of battle, mental and physical, thanks to their unorthodox upbringing. They were all messed up, some more than others, and arguably Hiram more than the rest.

Hiram didn’t open his eyes, though he did flinch, and as soon as he heard the feet crossing his floor he sought control over ever last drop of blood in the girl’s body and drew all of it against the wall beside the door. Some of it would surely burst out of her—the nose was easily disrupted, and if she already had an open wound then it would surely escape from there—but otherwise the majority of it would work against her skin and bones, painfully forcing her entire form back until she found herself pinned against the wall.

“If you’re going to wake me,” he growled, and his voice crescendoed at the end so that he roared it angrily, “make sure you’re naked next time!”

Hiram hesitated for just a moment before releasing his hold of her. Her form would slump to the ground unless she caught herself. He nodded his head towards her, fully expecting her to start stripping.

Hiram would mindlessly partake of any woman, but nothing quite did it for him like an Eldouir. It didn’t matter if she was skin and bones or all cushion, an Eldouir was an Eldouir was an Eldouir. His honey brown gaze raked over all there was to digest, going back for seconds and thirds.

“We’ll get her out…eventually.” From his stare and the way his hand pet himself just below his waistline, it was clear he wasn’t actually thinking about Elena at all.

With his pants still on, any touch was sadly muted, though still enjoyable.

“No, it’s just,” Hiram said, letting his eyes flutter slightly closed, “she’s the stupid bitch who snuck off to Lorendale so, quite frankly, her fate is in her own hands. Hers and Myla, equally as batshit stupid.” Conflicting Eldouir concepts raged in him, clearly. They were loyal to family, yes, but they also never took unnecessary risks for stupidity. Myla and Elena had decided to go rogue and now they were reaping what they had sown.

Hiram sighed, shrugging a shoulder, and snatched at her wrist to try to force her hand into his pants and onto his waiting member.

“Maybe. I think you’ve both been rather useless of late.” He grinned darkly at her, inviting a rebuttal.

Hiram would never stop a woman from bringing him pleasure. In fact, he used a hand on the back of her head, in her hair, to help her do exactly as he pleased. He didn't have the courtesy to free her; he would not hesitate to empty into the mouth she so freely offered.

"You don't need to be given opportunities." Hiram panted, eyes closed, when all was finished. "You must seize them." She'd done something like that now, but if she thought this was what he meant by showing her worth then she was sadly mistaken.

Hiram let all his glory hang out, eyes still closed, a pleased smile still on his face. These kinds of favors were easily shared between Eldouirs, not acts of loyalty by any means but certainly small tokens.

“We’re in Lorendale,” he said simply, “because this is where we belong. This kingdom is as much ours as the monarch’s, perhaps moreso. Coheed would rule the land if not for the might of the Eldouir. They forgot that. I think it is time we remind them.” He opened his eyes slowly then, registering what she thought about his words.

“As for a plan…” he shook his head and shrugged, mouth stretching into a wide grin.