Inside Winters' Blood

Chapter 1: The Test

I am Emmanuel Winters. Born in St. Marys Church in a small town named Rosefields, France. Some says that my mother died in child birth and my father is nowhere to be found, I was born alone in this world, so that's what they told me. I grew up in the church where the priest and the nuns took care of me. They taught me how to behave like a Catholic, believe like a Catholic because that is the way of their life and, I must obey. The nuns beat me with a whip without a shame when I broke an ancient vase in the Catholic Orphanage, Sister Aubrey is my favorite in committing such punishment. Tall and intimidating she was, with a black gown and a necklaced beads and cross in her neck, she is one tough, motherfucker. Once, she flog me greatly that I earn a scars in my arms and thighs and even in my back, she hit me where nobody can notice. Pastor Benidict and Sister Florence is my real good friends at that orphanage, I would turn to them after Sister Aubrey whip me. They bring me food and attend to my wound when I scrap my knees. I never told anyone about the devil Aubrey, I guess I'm frighten that she would whip me more or maybe because I just want her to kill me so I can be with my mother. At that time, I really believe that God have deserted me, that no one will ever saved me from this cruel place. 

All of the children in the orphanage pray and practice religion in the orphanage church but I don't really know what we are praying about. All I know is Sister Aubrey will punish me if I don't obey there way, she got eyes everywhere, an eye of an evil cloud around me. I really don't know why she ends up here, such a dreadful woman serving God. Sometimes praying helps, imagining someone may or may not be looking after me, just to calm me down at night. I like to daydream about Pastor Benidict and Sister Florence being my parents. They are nice to me and to the other foster child. Some kids didn't help though, a loner kid like me, no one wants to talk with. They find me odd and weird, they cut my hair once but I don't mind, I didn't fight back. At that young age I just give up, I have accepted my faith that I will and forever will be alone. Then a miracle happen, I got adopted by the Royal Family from Romania when I was 7, I never taught that my life would've change in an instant.

The house of Vincents is famous for their raven hair, grey eyes and royal blood in Eastern Europe, Romania. Kind and generous the people knew and loved them. An act of kindness that is why I'm here, over hearing the people at the orphanage. They feed me, dress me, treated me like their own, except for their mother. She never really spoke to me like her other real children, I guess that's more than enough kindest for me in a family. Francesca Vincents or as we call her, Mother, her mix race of British and Brazilian father and mother drown every men at her feet. Her seductive and fierceness personality challenge Father to court her and win over hundreds of men. Father, Sir Marcus Maxwell Vincents III is a beautiful man that I've ever seen. He glows every time he shows himself to the sun. They are a perfect gorgeous couple in my eyes and I guess to the people too.

Father loved me like her own daughter I can tell he always watched me from the distance, he may be afar but I can tell. He wishes me to give his royal name but mother refuse this proposal telling him that my adoption and living in the same roof with her is generous enough. I do not feel any resentment nor offense through her actions towards me. I understand her feelings completely, not knowing that her husband adopted a child must be crazy stupid. His generosity mean everything to me, I can't pay him except to be gracious to his children and his wife.

Francesca Hernandez Vincent is my mother and will always will be, they are my family now, blood relative or not. We didn't communicate, well not directly, she send handmaidens to summon me for dinner and only that. I try to talk to her to pay my respect but their manor is big and she always travels far away where I am as if she tries to ignore me. And if we did meet I always get stunned with intimidation of her physical beauty, my head is not in the right place so I just stood and froze like an idiot I am. Moving to Romania and living with a perfect family is like heaven giving me a second life.