Cale was looking at the mirror.
It was not him in the mirror
It was her.
Although they are mother and son how could she be so loved and he be so hated
They look the same.
Although Cale has short hair.
But yet Cale does not hate his mother.
No he could not.
For he knew just being here in the count house with him was a painful experience.
That her death set her free
But made him restrain
His mother always said they were special.
They had a heritage.
A bloodline that was special.
How was he special?
He could he a trash be special.
Cale looked in the mirror
Now showing him
He looked closely at hid red hair and dark red eyes
Hmmm Heritage.
Cale couldn't help the feeling he should focus on his Heritage more...
But how?
....
...
..
.
His Mothers Library!
She never let anyone in their
She even cleaned it herself.
The only way he was let in was as long as she was with him.
There should be something there!
Now He just needs to do one thing...
Ask his father for the key...
Welp...Today may aswell be doomsday
Cale followed Hans Towards the dining room
"Ah Cale happy to have you join us" The Count said
Cale sat down feeling sick
As he feels the stares of his stepmother and siblings
They all start eating.
Several minutes later.
'father' cale spoke
"Yes Cale?"
'Can you get me the key to mothers library'
Deruth froze
He took a deep breath and then called a attendent over.
Another attendant came and brought over a box with a key in it.
'thank you' Cale said
And with that he left.
Cale went to his part of the estate.
It was seperate
From the Main House
From the Main Family
His father moved all his mothers stuff into thid place.
It fit as his moms most important place her library was here.
And Cale not wanting to be near the main family. Went to live here.
This place excudes warmth. Warmth is what his mother was all about.
Cale sighed.
Walked down the Hallway filled with paintings of his mother.
They were all dusty.
Many of the servants were around when she was alive.
And Just like his father it was all to painful to be near here.
And None of the new servants cared enough to really clean here.
Cale finally got to the door.
Was Cale really ready to open it.
Was He really ready to go to the place so filled with hid mother.
