Where the Compass Leads || Book One || Original story || ｡˚⋆˙‧༺────── ₊☽ ◯ ☾₊ ──────༻‧˙⋆˚｡ The once great house of a Southern noble now stands as a monument to decline, its reputation muddy and their coat of arms spat upon. Insults fly through the air like arrows, piercing their once proud name. ❝You've got about as much sense as a chambermaid who's been drinking-wait, scratch that. A chambermaid on drink would at least be entertaining, but you're just....dull. And your face-well, it's almost enough to put a man off women entirely.❞ ...Insults after insults... ❝Your mannerisms are as queer as your ideas-maybe that's why you can't find a proper mate.❞ ...No matter how many times... ❝You're nothing but a filthy hound, you should've wag your tail and bark for your master. ❞ With every challenges they endured, a question grows louder. What does it mean to thrive? ｡˚⋆˙‧༺────── ₊☽ ◯ ☾₊ ──────༻‧˙⋆˚｡ This is my original work so no copying I don't own the pictures All pictures: from Pinterest Trigger warning: ⚠️ This story contain may contain some trigger warning ⚠️