"I found myself wanting to be around this girl until I can no longer stand being without her."
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After Elaria's parents died and left her with her sister at the werewolf castle, they are punished for their parent's crimes. Elaria becomes a maid for...
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"Elaria, there you are!" Grayson called as he walked towards me and my body betrayed me by not moving. "How may I help you?" I plastered a fake smile on my face as I looked up at him.
"There is a huge picture in the attic, I need you to make sure it isn't harmed," he answered. My eyebrows furrowed as I thought why would he want me to make sure a picture is okay? "Uh sure," I answered, knowing better than to question him. I leaned the broom onto the wall before walking to the elevator. Taking a deep breath, I was somehow scared but I tried not to think about it as I walked up the stairs of the attic. The elevator doesn't take you to the attic which I think is why most people don't go up there.
Pushing the attic door open, I turned on the lights and looked around the dusty room. There wasn't much here besides boxes and papers and the old couch set of the lounge room. Deciding to do my job, I look around for anything that looked like a painting.
My eyes finally landed on the large square covered by a while cloth. As I approached the cloth, I noticed that something was written in marker on the sheet.
'Do not remove'
I bite my lip and hesitantly removed the cloth, my body stumbling back as I took in the old picture.
The mother and child look so happy, the husband however had his lips in a thin line with glaring eyes. I studied the picture more, staring at the boy who seemed around the age of twelve. The feeling in my stomach told me that something was wrong.
I didn't want to accept the fact but the more I looked at the picture, the more it was obvious.
The boy's blonde hair was neatly combed to the side, his cheeks that I kiss often were red as his lips were pulled into a smile. Westlee wore a crown on his head, he looked happy. Like I usually see him. The resemblance was hard to see but I know it was him.
I became confused, not knowing what to think of this picture. My eyes landed on the lines written at the top of the picture.
"King Stephen and my son Grayson."
All of this made no sense.
My eyes widened and I stepped back. My foot accidentally knocked down a shoebox. "Shit," I cursed and bent down to pick everything up only to freeze.
My hand hesitantly grabbed the picture. My eyes burned as I stared at it, my lips and hands trembling. I felt like if I was going to lose it right then and there. The picture was Grayson and Westlee sitting on a horse at a young age. Maybe ten or eleven. The sun was setting in the background, Westlee was running his fingers through the horse's hair with a goofy smile on both of their faces.
Just like the painting, Westlee had blonde hair and Grayson had brown. I dropped the picture and went through all the other things in the box. There were tags, bills, and more pictures of Westlee and Grayson. One of them caught my eye in particular, Westlee was wearing the crown with Grayson smiling next to him. But somehow, Westlee wasn't smiling. He looked upset.
