ã€ŠThe Duke&#x2019;s Bastardã€‹


 Chapter 1: The Journey to Bellacrest

    Is it alright to let memories fade?

    Is it alright to embrace the act of forgiveness?

    Is it alright to love once more?

    As I search for answers, sometimes I can''t help but fear falling and drowning in your gaze.

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    "Are we there yet?" A boy of 13 years of age inquired, his voice tinged with a mixture of impatience and trepidation. He sat in a small, weathered carriage, the wood creaking softly as it journeyed onward, drawn by a snow-white horse.

    The carriage was on a trip, on a journey to a certain place in the Cryilld Kingdom. A place the boy''s blue eyes have never seen before.

    A place he didn''t want to go too. A place that stirred a silent dread within his heart.

    "Don''t worry, Master Lucas. We''ll be there soon." Reassured an older man named Walter, his voice gentle and composed. He was a servant with kind demeanor.

    Lucas sighed, a weariness settling over him like a shroud. The boy was exhausted. It has been another long day in this long journey.

    If there was any glimmer of solace, it was that today will surely be the last one on this journey. Lucas wasn''t a fan of sitting in one place for too long, he couldn''t wait to get off this carriage.

    The old man''s voice broke the silence, tinged with a touch of sorrow. "I fear your father, Duke Aldridge, won''t be there to greet you. He is a very busy man. But don''t worry, other family members will be there to welcome you."

    Lucas mused silently, a bitter smile ghosting his lips.

    My father and other family members, huh? How funny. In my mind, the only family member I ever had was my dear mother.

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    And then, it came into view: the magnificent estate of Duke Aldridge Lucian von Devereaux, located in the town of Bellacrest. The mansion stood like a grand sentinel amidst sprawling, manicured gardens and towering ancient oaks. It looked as imposing as it looked grand.

    Lucas''s mouth fell open in awe. He had never beheld anything so grand, so opulent, especially not in the humble village he came from.

    Is this place really...real? I can''t believe it.

    The mansion was a sprawling marvel of architectural grandeur, its tall, ornate windows glinting in the late afternoon sun, and its stone walls adorned with ivy that climbed like nature''s embroidery.

    As the carriage passed through the grand wrought-iron gates, the servant Walter turned to Lucas, his voice filled with a mixture of pride and reverence.

    "This, Master Lucas, is Devereaux Hall," he said, gesturing with a sweep of his hand. "Built over three centuries ago, it has stood as a beacon of your family''s legacy. Every stone, every archway tells a story. The gardens you see have been cultivated by generations, and the great hall inside has hosted countless gatherings of nobles and dignitaries from around the Kingdom."

    Lucas gazed in wonder as they approached the entrance, where intricate carvings adorned the massive oak doors, each panel a masterpiece of craftsmanship. The servant continued, his voice softening.

    "I know this must be very overwhelming, but try your best to accept that this place will be your home from now on."

    Home? This place is going to be my home? The Devereaux Hall?

    As they drew closer, Lucas couldn''t help but feel a pang of both anticipation and apprehension. The mansion was a world apart from everything he had known.

    He was feeling some excitement, sure, but his heart was mostly full of sadness.

    The carriage rolled to a stop in front of Devereaux Hall. The sheer magnitude of the mansion was even more overwhelming up close.

    As he stepped out of the carriage, the crunch of gravel beneath his feet was the only sound in the profound stillness of the estate. Walter followed him out of the carriage.

    "Welcome to your new home, Master Lucas." Walter said softly, his voice tinged with a note of compassion.

    Lucas felt as if his breath was caught in his throat. The boy never imagined such a place could exist, let alone that it could be his home.

    "W-Walter, this is...- Hm?!" Before he could finish speaking, a sudden embrace from behind startled him, pulling him from his awe. He tensed, spinning around to face his unexpected assailant, only to find himself staring into the bright, mischievous eyes of a boy not much younger than himself.

    It took Lucas a minute to process what happened.

    "Huh?! Who are you?" Lucas demanded, a mix of confusion and annoyance coloring his voice.

    "M-Master!" Walter spoke, but this time looking at the younger boy.

    The boy, with a wide grin and blond hair similar to Lucas, released him and took a step back. "I''m Elliot!" He declared with a big smile and cheerfulness that seemed out of place in the solemn surroundings. "I''ve been waiting for you!"

    "Waiting for me? Why?" Lucas was confused.

    Walter stepped in to clarify things, "Master Lucas, this young boy here is master Elliot, your...Younger brother."

    Lucas blinked, struggling to process this new information. He knew his father had a family, and yet actually meeting them in person was still very shocking.

    So, this is my brother? My younger brother?

    "So you ARE older than me! How old are you? I''m 12! And is your name Lucas?" Elliot fired off questions, his face alight with eager curiosity. His green eyes sparkled  as they looked at Lucas.

    "Y-Yes, nice to meet you, I guess." Lucas muttered, unsure of what else to say. How does one greet a sibling they''ve never known of? He wasn''t sure.

    Before he could dwell on his conflicted feelings, a soft voice called out from the entrance of the mansion. "Elliot, give him some space. You''re overwhelming him."

    Lucas turned to see a beautiful young girl descending the marble steps, her movements graceful and poised. She appeared to be about 15 years old, with a calm demeanor and an air of authority. Her blonde hair was neatly braided, and she wore a simple, elegant dress that spoke of both nobility and practicality.

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    She''s beautiful...

    Lucas was lost for words for a second. He had never seen a girl like her before. She was even more beautiful up-close, Lucas also found she smelled nice.

    "I''m Isabella." she introduced herself as she reached them. "Your...older sister." Her smile was warm but reserved. "It''s good to meet you."

    "I-It''s nice to meet you too." he replied, his voice almost a whisper. "I''m Lucas."

    Lucas couldn''t help but blush, he didn''t expect her to stand this close to him, let alone for her to be his sister.

    Behind Isabella, a maid approached, her movements brisk and efficient. She was a young woman, perhaps in her early 20s, with a kind face and eyes that sparkled with intelligence. She curtsied politely before speaking.

    "Welcome to Devereaux Hall, Master Lucas." She said with a hint of a smile. "I''m Clarisse, and I''ve been assigned to assist you during your stay here. If there''s anything you need, please don''t hesitate to ask."

    Lucas nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden flurry of introductions. "Thank you, um...Clarisse." He managed to say, his voice barely steady. The reality of his new life settling in with an almost physical presence.

    "I hope it wasn''t a hard journey here to Bellacrest." Isabella spoke, her voice as gentle as her eyes.

    Lucas, still feeling the weight of the long trip, replied honestly, "I¡¯d be lying if I said it was an easy one."

    "Where did you come from? What is your hometown like?" Elliot, brimming with curiosity, seized the moment to ask more questions. His eyes sparkled with eager anticipation, a dozen other questions dancing on the tip of his tongue.

    Lucas''s face fell. He didn''t answer. How could he, as after all his hometown was nothing like Bellacrest. It''s only a very small village. It was almost embarrassing to compare the two.

    You can''t compare the two. My village is... nothing compared to this place.

    Sensing his discomfort, Isabella gently chastised Elliot. "I told you not to overwhelm him, Elliot. He must be exhausted." She turned to Walter and Clarisse, her tone kind but firm. "Please, show him to his room. He needs to rest."

    "Why of course, Lady Isabella!" Walter nodded as he grabbed Lucas''s bag. "Please follow me, Master Lucas."

    "...Okay. Coming." Lucas replied, following the older man inside the mansion called  Devereaux Hall, with Clarisse close behind.

    Elliot, watching them disappear into the house, noticed the single bag in Walter''s hand. "Just one bag? How did he fit all his things in one bag?" He asked, genuinely puzzled.

    Isabella sighed, a touch of exasperation in her voice. "Elliot, you really shouldn¡¯t say everything that comes to your mind."

    Elliot, ever cheerful, laughed softly. "Haha, sorry, dear sister!" Standing on his toes, he planted a quick, affectionate kiss on Isabella¡¯s cheek before dashing into the mansion.

    "Elliot! Gosh, that boy." Isabella muttered, shaking her head with a blend of affection and mild frustration as she watched him disappear.

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    As Lucas followed Walter and Clarisse through the grand entrance of Devereaux Hall, the world seemed to close in around him by how overwhelming it was. The mansion¡¯s interior was a spectacle in itself, a labyrinth of high ceilings adorned with intricate moldings, and walls lined with rich tapestries and portraits of stern-faced ancestors who seemed to watch his every step.

    Walter led the way with a steady gait, his posture straight and confident as he carried Lucas''s bag. Clarisse walked beside Lucas, her steps quiet and graceful, offering him a reassuring smile whenever their eyes met.

    "Welcome to Devereaux Hall, Master Lucas," Clarisse said softly, her voice carrying a soothing note. "You''ll love it here, I''m sure."

    I''m not sure about that.

    Lucas glanced around, trying to take in everything at once¡ªthe polished marble floors, the grand staircase with its intricately wrought iron railing, the chandeliers that hung like glittering constellations above their heads.

    Going from his small rundown house in his village to this was a large change, to say the least.

    Why does a home need to be this big anyway?!

    "This is the main foyer." Walter explained as they moved through the vast space. "From here, you can access most parts of the mansion. The drawing rooms are to your left, the dining hall straight ahead, and the library is on the second floor."

    "A... library?" Lucas asked, confusion coloring his voice. He wasn¡¯t entirely sure what that meant.

    "A library is a place where countless books on various subjects are kept, Master Lucas," Clarisse explained gently, masking her surprise that she had to define something so basic. "You can visit it whenever you¡¯re in the mood to read."

    Lucas couldn''t be blamed. His village was a poor, impoverished one. The concept of a library didn''t exist there. Not that it stopped him from feeling embarrassed for already needing someone to explain something to him he didn''t understand.

    He did understand one thing though, the sheer scale of Devereaux Hall was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.

    They ascended the staircase, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished steps. As they reached the second floor, Walter led Lucas down a long corridor lined with more portraits and ornate sconces that cast a warm, golden glow.

    "Your room is just ahead, Master Lucas." Walter said, pausing before a large, intricately carved wooden door. He turned the brass handle and pushed the door open, revealing Lucas''s new quarters.

    The room was spacious and elegant, far beyond anything Lucas had ever imagined. A large canopy bed stood against one wall, its plush coverings invitingly turned down. Heavy drapes framed tall windows that overlooked the expansive gardens below.

    An ornate fireplace dominated one corner, flanked by a pair of comfortable-looking armchairs. There was a writing desk by the window, and a wardrobe that likely held clothes far finer than anything he had ever seen, let alone owned.

    "This will be your room." Clarisse said, stepping inside and glancing around with a smile. "We¡¯ve tried to make it as comfortable as possible for you."

    Lucas walked in slowly, his hand trailing along the polished surface of the writing desk. Everything here was so different, so foreign. He turned back to Walter and Clarisse, feeling a pang of unease despite the room¡¯s undeniable beauty.

    "Are you....sure? Are you sure this room is for me? For someone like me?"

    Walter and Clarisse glanced at each other for a second.

    "Of course it is, Master Lucas. You are the son of a Duke, after all." Walter responded.

    Son? I''m his bastard son! It''s not the same!

    "T-thank you." Lucas said quietly, unsure of what else to say. His mind was racing all over the place. "It¡¯s... incredible."

    Walter placed Lucas¡¯s bag gently on the bed. "We¡¯ll leave you to rest now, Master Lucas." he said kindly. "If you need anything, just ring the bell by the door."

    "Yes, please make yourself at home." Clarisse added with a warm smile. "Dinner will be served in a few hours. I¡¯ll come to fetch you when it¡¯s ready. Feel free to take a nap if you desire."

    With a final nod, they both left the room, closing the door softly behind them.

    Lucas stood alone in the center of the room, the silence settling around him. His heart was heavy. He moved to the window, looking out over the manicured gardens, their beauty tinged with a sense of melancholy.

    If only Mother could have seen this place...

    His heart ached with the weight of her absence. She had always dreamed of giving him a life beyond their small village, but now, standing in this grand room, he wished she could be here with him, to share in the marvel and to make this place feel like home.

    To Lucas, he had no idea how he could even begin to think of this place as home without her in it.

    A tear slid down his cheek, quickly wiped away as he tried to push back the sadness. The emptiness inside him remained, a void that the grandeur of Devereaux Hall could not fill.

    You¡¯d had loved this place, Mother...Especially the gardens.

    He wandered to the bed and sat down, the plush mattress sinking slightly under his weight. The room was beautiful, no doubt, but it was also a stark reminder of everything he had lost.

    "I''m tired...Maybe I''ll take a quick nap after all."

    Lucas lay back on the bed, sinking into the soft pillows that cradled his weary body.

    As he stared at the ornate ceiling, his thoughts drifted to the siblings he had met today-his half-siblings. He still finds it hard to wrap his head around the idea that they are his siblings. After growing up 13 years thinking of himself as an only child, it was hard on him to accept the idea he has siblings his age all of the sudden.

    Elliot seems full of energy, and Isabella is a beauty. I wonder what....he looks like.

    Sure I was terrified of meeting them. I had no idea who my family would even turn out to be, but...I was most scared of meeting him, my father, whoever he is.

    I''m so conflicted.

    I''m sad I couldn''t get to meet him today, but I''m also relieved.

    I want to see him, but I also don''t want to see him.

    I''d rather not see him.

    I don''t want too....But I kind of do.

    Just who are you, father? And why did you suddenly acknowledge me? Your bastard son?

    The questions hung heavy in the silence of the room, unanswered. Exhausted, Lucas closed his eyes, the weight of the day finally pulling him into sleep. As his consciousness faded, the image of his mother¡¯s gentle face lingered in his mind.

 Chapter 2: A Morning in Devereaux Hall

    Lucas opened his blue eyes as he woke slowly. The world was a soft blur, shapes and colors swimming lazily before his eyes. He blinked against the gentle morning light filtering through heavy drapes, struggling to make sense of where he was.

    He turned his head slightly on the plush pillow, taking in the rich tapestries on the walls, the elegant furniture, and the opulent bed in which he lay.

    Where am I?

    Lucas sat up slowly, his muscles stiff from an unusually deep sleep. The room felt too large, too luxurious, and far removed from what he was used too all his life. His heart quickened as he tried to remember how he had come to be here.

    It didn''t take long for him to remember.

    The events of the previous day flooded back in a rush: The long journey in the carriage, the estate of Devereaux Hall, the overwhelming introductions to his siblings.

    The memory settled over him like a heavy shroud. This was his new home, the place he was supposed to belong now. Devereaux Hall. The name felt foreign on his tongue.

    ...How long did I sleep for?

    He glanced towards the window, where the morning light streamed in, bright and golden. Panic flickered through him.

    Morning? How could it be morning already?

    He had only meant to take a short nap, to rest his weary body after the exhausting journey. He hadn¡¯t intended to sleep through the night.

    "I slept all night?" Lucas murmured to himself, his voice sounding small in the vast room. He stood up slowly, the room spinning for a moment as he adjusted to being awake.

    He walked towards the window, the early morning light casting a soft, golden glow over everything it touched. It was still very early in the morning.

    "Did they not come to wake me? I thought that maid, Clarisse, said she would come to my room later to fetch me, right?"

    Lucas was a little confused, but most of all he was unsure what to do now. He was in a large room, his room, in an even larger, unfamiliar house.

    He turned towards the door. He could see a golden bell there.

    Walter told me to ring it if I needed anything...

    Lucas walked over and picked it up, marveling at the intricate craftsmanship. He had no doubt this bell alone was more valuable than everything in his old home combined.

    He gave it a gentle ring, its clear tone echoing softly through the room. He waited, expecting someone to appear. But the minutes passed in silence; no one came.

    Maybe nobody is up yet? I suppose I could take this chance to explore the house myself.

    At that moment, Lucas''s stomach let out a rumbling sound.

    I suppose I''m also hungry! Maybe I''ll try to find the kitchen.

    Lucas took a deep breath and stepped out into the corridor, feeling some hesitation.

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    Lucas wandered through the hallways of Devereaux Hall, each step echoing on the polished floors. He passed by rooms filled with ornate furniture, walls lined with portraits of stern-faced ancestors, and tapestries depicting scenes of hunts and ballrooms.

    As he turned a corner, lost in the sheer scale of the place, he collided with someone.

    ¡°Ow!¡± Came the sharp, surprised exclamation.

    Lucas stumbled back, his blue eyes wide as he saw a boy about his around his age, only a little older, with tousled black hair and striking purple eyes. The boy looked at him with a mix of confusion and irritation.

    ¡°Watch where you¡¯re going!¡± The boy snapped, brushing off his simple tunic. ¡°Who are you anyway?!¡± He didn''t look too happy.

    Lucas blinked, taken aback by the boy¡¯s tone. ¡°I¡¯m... Lucas. I just arrived yesterday.¡±

    Recognition flashed across the boy¡¯s face. ¡°Oh! You¡¯re the new master.¡± He said, his tone shifting slightly, though still holding a note of sarcasm. ¡°I¡¯m Devin, Clarisse¡¯s younger brother. She¡¯s the maid assigned to you, I believe.¡±

    "Really? I suppose you two do have the same eye color..." Lucas pointed out. This boy had traits similar to Clarisse.

    "I would had greeted you yesterday, but I was busy attending the horses."

    "It''s okay!" Lucas nodded, trying to regain his composure. ¡°And I, uh, didn¡¯t mean to bump into you.¡±

    Devin shrugged, his expression softening a bit. ¡°No harm done, I suppose. But why are you up so early anyway? Only the servants are up by this time usually."

    "Only the servants? So Elliot and Isabella are still asleep?" Lucas asked, a little curious.

    Devin gave a lazy nod. "Yes, Master Elliot, Lady Isabella, and Lady Seraphina are all still in bed."

    Lady Seraphina? Who''s that?

    Devin continued, his tone practical. "Anyway, did you need something? This place is huge; it¡¯s easy to get lost wandering around. Where were you headed?¡±

    ¡°I was trying to find the kitchen.¡± Lucas admitted, feeling a bit foolish. ¡°I thought maybe I could find something to eat.¡±

    A smirk tugged at the corner of Devin¡¯s mouth. ¡°You¡¯re not supposed to go there, Master Lucas. The kitchen is no place for nobility."

    Nobility? I suppose I am nobility now, but it''s hard for me to think of myself as such.

    "Besides, breakfast will be served soon. You should head back and freshen up. You¡¯ve got the dust of the journey all over you."

    Lucas glanced down at his clothes, realizing for the first time how disheveled he looked. ¡°Oh, I didn¡¯t think about that.¡± He felt a little embarrassed, though he did feel a little better that it was a boy his age who pointed this out. It would had been far more embarrassing if it was a girl who brought this to his attention.

    "No worries." Devin said with a grin. "Come on, I¡¯ll show you to the area where you can bathe. You can wash up there." Without waiting for Lucas''s response, Devin started down the corridor, gesturing for Lucas to follow.

    "Um...Aren''t you busy, Devin? You don''t need to show me around, you know..."

    "My duties can wait a little, plus I don''t feel comfortable leaving you on your own to wonder around, Master Lucas."

    "Well, thanks, Devin."

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    Devin led Lucas through the winding halls of Devereaux Hall, the grandeur of the mansion unfurling before them like a labyrinth of sort.

    Soon, they reached a door not far from Lucas''s room. It was less grand than some they had passed but still elaborately decorated with detailed carvings. Devin pushed it open, revealing a bathing chamber that was a marvel of old-world elegance.

    High ceilings and walls adorned with intricate designs. Large windows allowed the morning light to flood in, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors.

    In the center of the room, a large, sunken bath made of pristine white marble awaited. The tub was surrounded by a low wall of carved stone, with steps leading down into the steaming water that flowed from ornate bronze taps shaped like lion heads.

    Lucas stared in awe at the luxurious setting, so different from the simple washbasin he was used to back in his village, it was worlds apart. "This is... incredible." He murmured.

    Devin grinned, clearly enjoying Lucas''s reaction. "Welcome to the world of nobility, Master Lucas."

    Lucas approached the tub, the warm steam rising up to greet him. ¡°Do you always bathe like this?¡±

    ¡°Pretty much.¡± Devin said with a casual shrug. "This is where Master Elliot usually bathes, but from now on, you''ll be sharing this space with him. It¡¯s reserved exclusively for the sons of the Duke."

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    Lucas glanced around, his awe mingling with curiosity. "So, the servants don¡¯t use this bath?"

    Devin''s expression turned serious. "No, we¡¯re not allowed to bathe here, of course. The servants have their own quarters and facilities."

    Lucas nodded slowly, still absorbing the opulence around him. The idea of sharing such a luxurious space with Elliot felt surreal. He couldn¡¯t imagine bathing in something so grand, let alone having it be a regular part of his routine.

    Devin broke the silence with a light clap of his hands. "Now, let¡¯s get you out of those travel clothes. You need to freshen up before breakfast." He began to roll up his sleeves, moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before.

    Lucas''s eyes widened in surprise and discomfort. "Wait, you¡¯re going to bathe me?¡±

    ¡°Of course." Devin replied, giving him a mischievous smile. "It¡¯s my job to make sure you¡¯re properly taken care of."

    Huh? What? Is he really serious?

    Lucas hesitated, unused to the idea of someone else washing him. But before he could protest further, Devin was already helping him out of his clothes, his hands quick and efficient.

    "Relax, Master Lucas." Devin said, his tone surprisingly gentle as he led Lucas into the warm, soothing water. "It¡¯s just a bath."

    Despite his initial discomfort, Lucas found the hot water incredibly soothing as it enveloped him. He sighed deeply, the warmth easing away the weariness from his long journey.

    Devin worked quickly and methodically, scrubbing away the grime with a practiced hand. Although his manner still held a touch of sarcasm, there was a competence and care in his movements that reassured Lucas.

    "...Devin, how old are you?" Lucas asked.

    "I''m 14 years old." Devin answered, though he kept his focus on the task at hand, which is cleaning Lucas''s body.

    "Oh, so a year older than me."

    He''s only a year older than me, and yet I can already tell he''s a very talented person.

    ¡°There, now you¡¯re looking more like a proper young lord.¡± Devin said, stepping back to admire his work. ¡°You¡¯ll get used to it. Nobility isn¡¯t just about fancy clothes and big houses. It¡¯s also about looking the part.¡±

    Lucas gave a small nod, still processing the whirlwind of changes in his life. "Thank you, Devin."

    "Don''t mention it." Devin replied with a grin. "Now, let''s get you dried off and dressed. Breakfast will be ready soon, I imagine."

    As Lucas stepped out of the bath, Devin handed him a soft, luxurious towel. He couldn¡¯t help but feel a strange mix of gratitude and awkwardness. This was his new life, and it would take time to adjust to the many customs and expectations that came with being a part of the Devereaux family.

    I hope no one sees me while I''m like this....we really should have brought a change of clothes before I went into the bath.

    Devin led Lucas back to his room. Lucas felt a little comfortable coming back here after the new bath experience he went through.

    Devin moved with purpose, opening a large wardrobe and pulling out a set of elegant clothes. "Let¡¯s get you into something more suitable, Master Lucas."

    Lucas shifted uncomfortably, the idea of being dressed by someone else still foreign to him. "I can dress myself, you know."

    Devin paused, holding up a finely tailored shirt. "Sure, but do you know how to put on these clothes? Somehow I doubt it." He smirked, clearly enjoying the slight power play.

    Lucas frowned, feeling a bit helpless as he eyed the complicated outfit. "I¡¯ll figure it out."

    I''m not a baby, gosh. My mother raised me to be able to count on myself. That''s how it''s always been, though I do wish she counted on me more...

    Devin raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Lucas¡¯s stubbornness. "Would you rather have my sister help you then?" He teased, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

    Lucas¡¯s face flushed a deep red at the thought. "No! No, that¡¯s not necessary!" He stammered, imagining the embarrassment of Clarisse dressing him.

    "Alright then, let¡¯s get started." Devin said, chuckling as he approached Lucas with the shirt. He moved with the efficiency of someone well-versed in such tasks, his hands deftly maneuvering the fabric.

    Just as Lucas was adjusting to the idea of being dressed, the door to his room flew open. Clarisse rushed in, looking breathless and worried. "Master Lucas! Where have you¡ª" Her words cut off abruptly as she took in the sight of Lucas standing shirtless, Devin in the process of dressing him.

    "Ahhh!" Clarisse''s cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson, and she quickly covered her eyes, spinning around to give Lucas some semblance of privacy. Lucas was equally embarrassed, while Devin had to do his best to hold back a laugh.

    "Clarisse, weren''t you the one who used to always tell me I must knock first before I enter?" Devin added in to the situation, amused.

    "I¡¯m so sorry!" Clarisse exclaimed, her voice muffled by her hands. "I woke up and you weren¡¯t in your room. I was afraid something had happened when I couldn''t find you!"

    Lucas, still flustered, managed to respond, his cheeks still red. "It¡¯s okay, Clarisse. Devin found me wandering around. I was looking for the kitchen."

    Devin, thoroughly entertained by the situation, stepped back, letting Lucas pull on the shirt by himself. "I was just getting him ready for breakfast." He added helpfully.

    Clarisse, still facing away, took a deep breath before lowering her hands. "I was so worried when I didn¡¯t find you when I came here earlier" she said, her voice softening. "Did you ring the bell?"

    "I did. Though it was so early, I''m not sure anyone was around to hear it." Lucas tried to explain.

    "I see... And Devin, you should have came to me once you found the Master! Your sister here almost had a heart attack!"

    Devin chuckled.

    Lucas fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, feeling both guilty and touched by her concern. "I... I didn¡¯t mean to worry you. I decided to look around after I woke up. As for last night, you didn¡¯t come to wake me, right?"

    Clarisse turned slightly, enough to glance at Lucas but still maintaining his modesty. "Last night, you were so deeply asleep." She explained. "I couldn¡¯t bring myself to disturb you. You looked so peaceful, and after such a long journey, I thought you needed the rest."

    Oh, so that''s what happened. A part of me was worried they simply didn''t care to come and get me. I really shouldn''t assume the worst.

    Devin clapped his hands, breaking the tender moment. "Well, now that the reunion between you two is over, let¡¯s finish getting you dressed, Master Lucas. Breakfast will be served any minute now I imagine."

    Lucas nodded, feeling a bit more at ease as he allowed Devin to help him into the rest of his clothes. Clarisse, now composed, took over the task of adjusting his collar and straightening his cuffs, her movements precise and gentle.

    Devin and Clarisse, two siblings who serve the Devereaux family. I wonder what their story is, not that it''s any of my business.

    As the final touches were put in place, Lucas glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The young boy staring back at him looked every bit the part of a noble, dressed in fine clothes and standing in a grand room. But behind the polished exterior, he still felt like the same village boy.

    "Ready for breakfast?" Devin asked, his tone more serious now.

    Lucas took a deep breath and nodded. "Ready as I¡¯ll ever be."

    "Then follow me, Master Lucas." Clarisse spoke as she turned to look at Devin. "As for you, you can go back to your other duties now."

    "Okayyyyyy." Devin sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes before making his exit.

    "Let''s go, Master Lucas."

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    Clarisse guided Lucas through the halls of Devereaux Hall. They passed through corridors adorned with fine tapestries and elegant statues, each turn revealing more of the mansion¡¯s splendor. Lucas¡¯s eyes wandered over everything, trying to take it all in.

    Will I ever get used to this place?

    They finally arrived at the grand dining hall. Clarisse pushed open the double doors, revealing a room that was both majestic and inviting. A long table dominated the space, covered with a crisp, white tablecloth and set with gleaming silverware and porcelain plates. The morning light streamed in through tall windows, illuminating the room with a warm, golden glow.

    Lucas¡¯s attention was immediately drawn to Elliot and Isabella, who were already seated at the table. Elliot¡¯s face lit up with a wide grin when he saw Lucas. "Good morning, Lucas!" He exclaimed, waving enthusiastically.

    Isabella, sitting across from Elliot, offered a small, polite smile. "Good morning, Lucas." she said softly. She seemed friendly but reserved, maintaining a certain distance.

    "Good morning." Lucas replied, smiling back at them. Despite his nerves, Elliot¡¯s cheerful demeanor and wide smile helped him feel a bit more at ease.

    Elliot didn''t waste any time, leaning forward eagerly. "How did you sleep? Wasn''t the bed just the softest thing ever? My bed makes me feel like I''m floating on clouds!"

    "It..It was very comfortable, yes, um so comfortable I slept through the entire night."

    Isabella nodded approvingly. "Oh, we noticed you didn''t show up for dinner, but that''s okay. It''s good to know you got the rest you needed."

    "I wanted to go wake you up, but Isabella said no." Elliot admitted, causing Isabella to turn to look at him.

    "Why, of course I didn''t let you!"

    As they spoke, Clarisse guided Lucas to his seat at the table. He noticed that no one was sitting at the head of the table, indicating that the Duke was not present. Clarisse pulled out a chair for him to the left of Elliot, while Isabella sat directly across from her brother, facing him.

    Lucas glanced at the table and saw that it was already laden with an assortment of breakfast foods: fresh bread, fruit, eggs, and various pastries. The sight and smell of the food made his stomach rumble, reminding him of how hungry he was.

    I haven''t eaten anything since yesterday...

    However, he also noticed that there were four sets of plates, but only three were occupied. He wondered who the fourth place was set for, just as the doors to the dining hall opened again.

    A beautiful woman with brown hair and piercing green eyes entered the room. She carried herself with an air of authority and grace. Her eyes, the same sparkling green as Elliot''s and Isabella¡¯s, swept over the room and landed on Lucas. Her expression was cold when she stared at him, causing Lucas to feel a chill run down his spine under her gaze.

    W-Who''s that?

    The room seemed to hold its breath as she walked in, her eyes never leaving Lucas. She took her place at the table without a word, her cold demeanor making it clear she was not pleased by his presence.

    "Good morning, Mother!" Elliot said cheerfully, oblivious to the tension that hung in the air.

    Isabella gave a polite nod. "Good morning, Mother."

    M-Mother?! I suppose it makes sense. So does this make her....

    "Good morning you two." The lady responded, her voice as cold and measured as her expression. She turned her piercing gaze towards Lucas, scrutinizing him with a calm yet intense stare. "You must be Lucas, correct?"

    "...Yes! T-That''s right!" Lucas stammered, feeling a wave of nerves wash over him.

    "I am Duchess Seraphina Evangeline von Devereaux, your father''s wife." She stated, her words carrying an undeniable weight.

    Lucas felt his heart drop.

    So this is Lady Seraphina who Devin mentioned earlier...

    Lucas swallowed hard, unsure of how to break the silence that had settled over the room. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, feeling out of place under the Duchess''s scrutinizing gaze.

    Clarisse, sensing the discomfort, stepped in smoothly. "Master Lucas was just getting acquainted with the house this morning." She explained gently, looking between Lucas and the Duchess. "I apologize for any disturbance this may have caused."

    Lady Seraphina¡¯s eyes flicked back to Lucas, and for a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of something¡ªdisapproval, perhaps?¡ªbefore her expression returned to its usual cold mask.

    "Very well." she said quietly. "Let us begin breakfast."

    Lucas felt a wave of relief as the Duchess turned her attention to the food. He glanced at Elliot, who gave him a big smile, and Isabella, who offered another small smile. He took a deep breath and picked up his fork. This was his new life now, no matter how daunting it seemed.

 Chapter 3: Chords of Longing

    Devin''s POV

    I know it''s most foolish to feel this way.

    I try to tell myself that it''s better not too, but my heart never listen.

    Every time Lady Isabella smiles, it''s like my heart skips a beat. There''s a part of me that just wants to hold her in my arms and never let go.

    Lady Isabella is a beauty, but she''s more than just that.

    She can also hold a terrible amount of sadness inside of her. I catch it in her eyes sometimes.

    Her green eyes, no matter how much they sparkle, can''t fully hide the sorrow beneath.

    Why would someone so beautiful be so miserable?

    It doesn''t feel right, yet I doubt a servant like me could ever understand.

    <hr>

    Devin moved through the grand halls of Devereaux Hall with the practiced ease of a seasoned servant. He knew this place like the back of his hand, he has grown up here after all.

    The early morning light streamed in through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows on the polished floors. His tasks varied throughout the day, each one meticulously planned to keep the household running smoothly.

    Right now his next task was to polish the silverware, a tedious but essential task. As he worked in the expansive pantry, he meticulously buffed each piece until it gleamed under the light, reflecting his focused expression. The repetitive nature of the task allowed his mind to wander.

    Master Lucas, I wonder how his first meal went? He looked so out of his depth today. I''d be lying if I said I''m not curious how things will play out from here, but...I really hope she will be okay. Him being here now can''t be a small change to the Devereaux family.

    Devin''s thoughts wondered off to Lady Isabella, a common habit of his.

    He sighed, setting down the last of the polished silverware.

    "Back to work." He muttered to himself, straightening his simple tunic and heading down the corridor to his next duty.

    <hr>

    Devin was on his way to the library, where he had been instructed to tidy up the shelves. It was a quiet, peaceful room, filled with the musty scent of old books and the soft rustling of pages. As he rounded the corner near the main staircase, he nearly collided with Lady Isabella.

    "Ah, Lady Isabella!" He said, quickly stepping back and bowing slightly. "I didn''t see you there."

    That would had been the second time I ran into a Devereaux family member today, thank goodness I was more careful this time.

    She looked up at him, a faint smile touching her lips, though her eyes betrayed a deep sadness. In her hand, she clutched two letters, their edges slightly crumpled from being held too tightly.

    "Good morning, Devin." She replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of distraction.

    Devin''s eyes flicked to the letters in her hand and then back to her face. "Is everything alright, my lady?" He asked, trying to keep his tone light.

    Isabella forced a smile, shaking her head slightly. "Yes, yes, of course. Just some... family matters."

    ''Family matter'' Usually meant something far more complex and troubling than she let on, but Devin knew better than to press on the topic. Instead, he shifted the conversation to safer ground.

    "I noticed Master Elliot taking Master Lucas into Bellacrest today." He said. "With Clarisse and Walter as their guides. It''s a beautiful day for a visit to town."

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    Isabella''s expression softened. "Why yes, Elliot made a big deal out of it after breakfast. He really wanted to show Lucas around town today and left him no choice but to accept to go with him." She started explaining the events that took place. "I do hope he doesn''t push himself too hard, however. He''s not that good at controlling his excitement."

    Devin nodded, sensing an opportunity to lighten her mood further. "Do you remember that one time you took me to Bellacrest with you?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. "You were determined to find the perfect flowers for the garden, and we ended up with more than we could carry."

    Isabella''s eyes sparkled with the memory. "How could I forget? You insisted on carrying all those flowers yourself, even though I told you we should come back for the rest. You were so stubborn even back then."

    We were only 7 and 8 years old back then. Now that we''re older, I doubt we''ll ever get to experience such a day again. We won''t be allowed too.

    That day is a precious memory to Devin, one which he would never forget.

    "Stubborn, perhaps." Devin admitted with a chuckle. "But I couldn''t let you carry anything heavy, now could I?"

    For a brief moment, the sadness lifted from Isabella''s face, replaced by a genuine smile. Devin''s heart swelled at the sight, but it quickly faded as her gaze dropped back to the two letters in her hand.

    He hesitated, unsure if he should probe the matter further. It wasn''t his place after all, he''s only a servant, and he should know his place. But in the end his concern for her outweighed his fear of overstepping his bounds.

    "Is there something troubling you, Lady Isabella?" He asked gently. "You don''t seem yourself today."

    Just what sorrow keeps your smile at bay, Lady Isabella?

    Isabella sighed softly, her fingers tightening around the two letters. "Well, you see...One of these letters is from my cousin. It seems he already knows about Lucas."

    "Oh? Word sure reached him fast." Devin replied, genuinely surprised.

    "Yes, it did. I imagine my father told him around the same time he told us. He''s not taking the news very well."

    "I....I see. I''m sorry, I really shouldn''t have asked." Devin apologized.

    Never been a fan of that guy!

    "I can see things getting very hectic for our family in the near future, I can''t say I''m looking forward to it." Isabella spoke, sounding sad.

    Devin wished he could do something to ease her worries, to lift the burden from her shoulders, even if only a little, but he knew he couldn''t.

    As he stood there, searching for the right words, an idea formed in his mind, one that he hoped might bring her a moment of peace.

    "Perhaps...." He began cautiously. "You could go to the piano room, Lady Isabella? Playing always seems to lift your spirits from what I remember."

    Isabella''s eyes lit up at the suggestion, a small smile touching her lips. "That''s a wonderful idea, Devin. Yes, I''ll go play for a bit. And you? Won''t you come with me?"

    Devin''s heart skipped a beat at the invitation. To spend time with her, to see her smile again, was a temptation he found hard to resist. But duty called, and he knew he had responsibilities to attend to. "Sorry, Lady Isabella, but I have work to do around the house." He said, trying to sound responsible, though his heart ached to stay.

    It has been a while since I''ve heard her play, and I''d be lying if I said I didn''t miss it, but I can''t.

    I shouldn''t.

    I shouldn''t be seen with her too much. Nothing good can come out of that...

    Isabella, sensing his hesitation, gave him a gentle look. "Your work can wait for a few minutes. Come with me, Devin. Let''s both escape the worries for a little while."

    Unable to refuse her, Devin nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension.

    "If you say so, Lady Isabella!"

    He followed her down the hall and into the piano room, a sanctuary of calm within the grand mansion.

    <hr>

    The piano room, or the ''Harmonic Chamber'' as it''s sometimes referred to in the Devereaux Hall, was an exquisite space, with large windows that let in streams of sunlight, casting a golden glow over the room.

    The centerpiece was a grand piano, its polished surface reflecting the light like a mirror. Isabella moved towards it gracefully, her fingers trailing over the keys as if greeting an old friend.

    She was taught to play the piano ever since she was a little girl, she loved this room. She has many fond memories in this place. Even the times back with her strict piano teacher feel sweet now.

    Devin stood back, watching as she settled onto the bench. Her sadness seemed to melt away as she began to play, the music flowing from her fingers in a cascade of notes that filled the room with a haunting, beautiful melody.

    So beautiful...

    As he listened, Devin''s thoughts turned inward. He admired her from afar, his feelings a tangled in a web of admiration and longing. His heart reached out to her with every note she played, but he knew those feelings could never truly touch her.

    She was the daughter of a Duke, a beacon of nobility and grace, while he was just a servant. A nobody.

    He watched her slender fingers glide over the keys, each touch releasing a fragment of her soul, and he wished he could be the one to lift her burdens, to see her smile without the shadow of pain.

    Just what is it that clouds your heart, Lady Isabella?

    The music filled the room, wrapping around Devin like a bittersweet embrace.

    Devin felt both happy and sad somehow, but he knew one thing, and it''s that he''ll never forget this day for as long as he lives.

 Chapter 4: A Stroll Through Bellacrest

    Lucas''s POV

    Around the same time Isabella and Devin ran into each other, Lucas was being introduced to Bellacrest.

    He walked beside Elliot through Bellacrest, feeling the lively energy of the town wash over him. Lucas couldn''t help but notice how well dressed most people here were.

    In my village, the clothes people wore were almost always in a bad shape, torn here and there.

    The morning sun bathed everything in a warm glow, and the fresh scent of summer flowers mingled with the distant aroma of baked goods. As they moved, the cobblestones beneath their feet seemed to hum with the activity around them.

    It''s almost hard to believe this town and my village are in the same kingdom. I wonder how other places in the Cryilld Kingdom look.

    He cast a sideways glance at Elliot, his enthusiasm a stark contrast to Lucas''s own subdued mood.

    "I''m so happy you agreed to let me show you around, Lucas! I''m sure you''ll love this place!" Elliot''s voice was bright and full of joy.

    "...T-Thank you for offering to show me around, if anything." Lucas replied, managing a small smile.

    And honestly it made for a pretty good excuse to be away from Devereaux Hall for a little bit...

    Earlier that morning, breakfast with the Duchess Seraphina had been a strained affair on Lucas. The table had felt too large, the silence too heavy. Lucas felt very out of place.

    The Duchess, Lady Seraphina...My stepmother. I can see now where Isabella got that beauty. Still, that was the most awkward breakfast in my life! I really don''t want to be in Devereaux Hall right now. I don''t think even she wants me to be in Devereaux Hall right now.

    Lucas''s thoughts drifted, but Elliot''s voice quickly brought him back to the present.

    "Look, Lucas! That''s the oldest building in all of Bellacrest." Elliot said, pointing towards a charming, ivy-covered stone structure with a sign that read "The Old Bell Inn." His eyes sparkled with the delight of sharing what he knew of this place with his brother.

    Lucas nodded, trying to absorb the information. "It''s beautiful." he replied, though his thoughts were still partly lingering on the morning''s unease.

    Elliot is a friendly boy, but why? Why is he nice to me?

    "I once snuck into that inn! I made friends with everyone who worked there! Though father was so angry when he found out..." Elliot''s eyes danced with mischief as he recounted his tale.

    "Snuck in? Why did you do such a thing?"

    "Why? It''s simple, really. I was so bored, haha!" Elliot laughed, a lighthearted sound that could capture anyone''s heart.

    Behind them, Walter and Clarisse kept a respectful distance, their presence both a reassurance and a reminder of the formality that still shadowed Lucas''s new life. Walter, ever the vigilant butler, scanned the crowd with a practiced eye, while Clarisse seemed more relaxed, enjoying the town''s vibrant atmosphere.

    "It''s really a beautiful day." Clarisse commented, looking up at the clear blue sky.

    "It sure is." Walter agreed, his eyes never leaving the boys. Despite being in his early 60s, Walter''s sharpness and capability were ever evident.

    As they walked, Walter stepped forward slightly, addressing Lucas with his usual calm demeanor. "Is there anything you need, Master Lucas? Perhaps something for your room or any personal items? You need but to ask."

    Lucas hesitated, looking around at the various shops lining the street. There were bookstores with charming window displays, a tailor''s shop showcasing elegant suits, and a bakery emitting tantalizing aromas that made his stomach rumble. Despite his initial reluctance to engage, the idea of finding something to make his new quarters feel more like home was appealing.

    "Well..." He began. "Maybe a book? I don''t own any."

    There were never enough books to share around back in my village...I know the elder always had some, but they were so complicated, I could never get myself to read them.

    Elliot''s eyes lit up. "Oh, you''ll love Mortimer''s Bookshop then! It''s just around the corner. While our library has a bigger collection of books, they tend to have the latest novels."

    "A library? Oh, right. That thing Clarisse explained to me yesterday..."

    "Yes, Master Lucas." Clarisse joined the conversation. "I assume you haven''t been there yet?"

    "Not yet, no."

    Something tells me it''ll take a while for me to see everything Devereaux hall has to offer...

    "Well, let''s go then!" Elliot spoke he grabbed Lucas''s hand and started leading the way, his steps quickening with excitement.

    Lucas followed along, feeling a spark of anticipation.

    <hr>

    As they turned the corner, the quaint facade of Mortimer''s Bookshop came into view. Its wooden sign creaked slightly in the breeze, and through the large windows, Lucas could see rows of bookshelves packed with volumes of all shapes and sizes.

    The group entered the shop, greeted by the scent of paper. Elliot began pointing out the various sections¡ªhistory, fiction, poetry.

    Lucas drifted towards the shelves, running his fingers lightly over the spines of the books.

    There is so much to see here...I''m a little overwhelmed.

    As Lucas looked around, he saw many books. Some were about the Valtoria Dynasty, the royal family which rule the Cryilld Kingdom, while another section was about ''Summoners'', though Lucas had no idea what that''s about.

    Walter and Clarisse stood by the door, giving Lucas and Elliot space to explore. Walter''s eyes met Lucas''s briefly, offering a silent nod of encouragement.

    As Lucas browsed, a small, leather-bound volume caught his eye, titled ''Tears of Layla''. It was a collection of poetry, its cover embossed with gold lettering. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, finding solace in the rhythm and cadence of the words.

    Elliot appeared at his side, having finished looking around himself. "Found something interesting?" He asked, glancing at the book in Lucas''s hands.

    Lucas nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Yes, this is...a poetry book by Ajlos Beregi?"

    "Ajlos Beregi? That''s a well known author here in the Kingdom! Mother is a fan of his, she collects his books."

    "Oh...I see."

    Lucas wished Elliot didn''t mention the Duchess. He would rather not have her in his mind right now. He would rather not be reminded of her cold stare.

    Elliot smiled warmly as he looked around the shop. "Anything else you want? We have plenty of time."

    Lucas considered, then shook his head. "I think this book will be good enough for now. Let''s keep exploring. I''d like to see more of the town."

    "Of course! Let''s be on our way then!"

    <hr>

    Their next stop was a small, family-owned bakery with a sign reading "The Honeyed Crust." The inviting smell of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted out as they approached, and Elliot''s eyes sparkled with mischief. "We have to get some of their cinnamon rolls! They''re the best in town!"

    Lucas couldn''t help but smile at Elliot''s infectious enthusiasm. "Alright, lead the way!"

    As Walter and Clarisse waited outside, the brothers went Inside, the bakery was warm and welcoming, with shelves filled with an array of delicious treats. The baker, a jovial man with flour-dusted hands, greeted them with a broad smile.

    "Ah, Master Elliot! It''s so good to see you." The baker exclaimed, his flour-dusted hands clapping together in delight. He then turned his gaze onto Lucas, a curious look in his eyes. "And who''s this with you? Never seen him around before."

    "This is my brother, Lucas! I''m showing him around Bellacrest." Elliot introduced, beaming with joy. "We''re here for your delicious cinnamon rolls."

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    The baker''s eyes widened in surprise as he gasped, clearly taken aback by Elliot''s introduction. He didn''t expect that answer from the young boy.

    Meanwhile Lucas himself was also very surprised, for different reasons. He had never had someone call him their brother.

    Elliot introduced me as his brother. Does he really think of me as such? Isn''t this too fast? I haven''t even been here for two whole days yet... So why? I don''t get it.

    Lucas stared at the friendly baker, but his thoughts spiraled inward, drowning out the bustling warmth of the bakery.

    I don''t understand. I don''t understand.

    I doubt I''d be anywhere near as accepting as Elliot if I was in his place and suddenly a sibling of mine showed up out of nowhere, If anything I''d be put off. They would be a complete stranger to me.

    The unease gnawed at him, twisting his stomach into knots.

    Since mother died, I had accepted I no longer have any family out there, and now all of the sudden I''m someone''s brother? How am I suppose to feel about that? Should I just accept it with a smile on my face?! I already made my peace I don''t have anymore family!

    His vision blurred as his emotions churned.

    Mother did always tell me I have a father out there, but I never thought much of him. Why would I?  He clearly never gave mother and I much thought, so I did the same!

    As long as I had mother, I would had been happy just fine! I didn''t need him to be happy!

    I didn''t need him! I didn''t need Elliot! I only needed mother! So why am I here now?!

    The baker handed over the cinnamon rolls, but Lucas hardly noticed. The cheerful chatter of Elliot and the baker was a distant murmur against the roar of his thoughts.

    Why is this happening? Why did you have to leave me, mother?! I don''t belong here, not in this town, not with these people, not as someone''s brother.

    "Lucas? Are you alright?" Elliot''s concerned voice cut through his turmoil, snapping him back to the present.

    Lucas turned to Elliot, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you being so nice to me!? Why do you even care? You don''t know me! We''re not really brothers!" His voice was sharper than he intended, but the words had already spilled out.

    Elliot''s face fell, his eyes widening in surprise and hurt.

    Ah...Why did I say that?

    Lucas felt guilty, there was a beat of tense silence, then Elliot reached out and grabbed Lucas''s hand, a determined look replacing the shock.

    "Come on." Elliot said firmly, pulling Lucas towards the back of the bakery.

    "W-What? Where are we going?" Lucas stumbled along, confusion mixing with his lingering anger.

    "Just trust me!" Elliot replied, not looking back as he led Lucas through a narrow side door and into a shaded alley. The warm bakery was quickly replaced by the cool, quiet alleyway, their footsteps echoing softly.

    They slipped through the town, leaving behind Walter and Clarisse, who were still chatting at the front of the bakery. They didn''t notice the boys'' swift exit until it was too late.

    They, to keep a long story short, weren''t so happy once they found out what took place. The baker couldn''t stop apologizing as Walter and Clarisse glared at him.

    <hr>

    Elliot led Lucas through winding paths and dense patches of trees until they emerged at a serene riverbank right outside Bellacrest. The water glistened under the midday sun, flowing gently over smooth stones, and wildflowers dotted the banks with splashes of color.

    "W-Where are we?" Lucas asked as he looked around.

    Elliot finally released Lucas''s hand and turned to face him, his expression softening. "I wanted to bring you here." He said quietly. "It''s a place I come to sometimes. It''s beautiful, isn''t it?"

    Lucas looked around, taking in the tranquil scene. The tension in his chest eased slightly. "It is beautiful." He admitted, his voice calmer.

    Elliot sat down on the grass, gesturing for Lucas to join him. "Whenever I''m feeling down or confused, I come here. It''s quiet, and hardly anyone come here. I thought it might help you too."

    Lucas hesitated before sitting down next to Elliot. The soft rustle of the breeze in the leaves and the gentle sound of the river were soothing. "Why did you bring me here?" He asked, still puzzled by Elliot''s kindness.

    I can''t read this boy.

    Elliot smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Because you looked like you needed a break. And... because I want us to be friends, Lucas. Maybe even brothers one day, if you''ll let me."

    Lucas stared at the river, the words sinking in slowly. "It''s just... hard for me to accept all of this." He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It''s been only my mother and I for so long, and now that''s she''s gone...I don''t know how to be part of a family."

    Elliot nodded. "I''m sorry, Lucas. I was just so happy to meet you, I didn''t even take a minute to think how you must feel about all of this."

    Lucas glanced at Elliot, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. The anger and confusion ebbed away.

    "Why? Why were you looking forward to meet me?" Lucas asked the question he held in his heart all day.

    Elliot''s smile faltered, and he looked away, a touch of sadness returning. "Well... it''s a bit hard to explain. I suppose you could say that sometimes, I feel very, very lonely." He said, his voice tinged with a melancholy that surprised Lucas.

    Lucas wasn''t used to seeing Elliot sad.

    "Huh?" Lucas blinked, taken aback by the admission.

    "I don''t have many friends." Elliot began as Lucas looked at him, his gaze drifting to the gentle flow of the river. "And the few I do have are scattered across the kingdom. I never get to see them when I want too."

    I suppose I know how that feels somewhat....I had many friends back in the village, though I doubt I''ll be seeing them again anytime soon...

    "You at least have Isabella, right?" Lucas offered, trying to find a silver lining.

    "Isabella....Well, we can''t be together forever. My dear, beautiful sister doesn''t belong to me, Lucas, no matter how much I wish otherwise. One day, I''m sure, a man will capture her heart. Even she will one day leave me behind."  Elliot spoke, a wistful look crossing his face

    Lucas wanted to say ''That''s not true'' but the words caught in his throat. He knew there was a truth to what Elliot was saying, he of all people would know.

    "So, when I learned about you, I was overjoyed." Elliot continued, his voice brightening with a hopeful note. "Maybe it''s silly, but with you here, I feel like I won''t feel lonely again. I''m sorry."

    "....No Elliot, I''m the one who''s sorry. I shouldn''t have yelled at you, I-" Before Lucas could finish talking, Elliot stood up.

    "It''s all okay! Let''s start as friends and put all of this behind us!"

    "Okay." Lucas said softly, a smile on his face. "Friends."

    Elliot''s smile brightened. "Good! Now, do you like to swim?" He asked, his tone lighter.

    "Swim?" Lucas echoed, surprised by the change in topic.

    "Yes! This river is perfect for swimming!" Elliot explained enthusiastically. "It''s refreshing and fun. Want to give it a try?"

    Lucas looked at the clear, inviting water, feeling a flutter of apprehension. "I-I''m not very good at swimming, Elliot. Maybe another time."

    Elliot''s face fell slightly, but only for a moment. "Aw... Well, you can stay here then! It''s not every day I get to come here, so I''ll use this chance!" He said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he began to take his clothes off.

    "E-Elliot, wait!" Lucas exclaimed, eyes wide with surprise. But before he could protest further, Elliot was already on his way to the river.

    With a joyous whoop, Elliot leapt into the river, slicing through the surface. Lucas hurried to the water''s edge, heart pounding with a mix of worry and fascination. The river churned briefly before settling back into its gentle flow, and soon Elliot''s head broke the surface, his hair plastered against his forehead.

    "Gosh, you scared me!" Lucas shouted, but his voice was tinged with relief.

    Elliot laughed, a carefree sound that echoed across the tranquil landscape. "Haha, sorry, Lucas! The water feels great!"

    "You really like this place, don''t you?" Lucas observed, marveling at the serene expression on Elliot''s face.

    "When I''m swimming here, I feel free. I feel like I could do anything. There is nothing that can hold me back." Elliot spoke,  floating on his back. "I feel like I could even embrace the sky."

    Lucas watched in silent awe, feeling as if he had stepped into a scene from a fairy tale. As Elliot swam, the sunlight played on his skin, making him look almost ethereal.

    His laughter, pure and unbridled, mixed with the soft murmurs of the river. For a moment, Lucas felt as if he were witnessing a glimpse of another realm, where worries and sorrow had no place.

    There was something so captivating about how Elliot embraced life, his joy and warmth radiating outward like the sun''s rays. Lucas couldn''t look away, it was as if Elliot casted a spell on him.

    Soon after, Elliot swam back to the bank and pulled himself out of the water with a fluid motion, droplets sparkling like jewels on his skin. He shook his head, sending a spray of water into the air, and grinned at Lucas, his green eyes gleaming with delight. "You should really try it sometime! There''s nothing like it."

    Lucas smiled softly, feeling a warmth he hadn''t expected. "Maybe I will." He said, though he wasn''t quite sure when he''d gather the courage. "Maybe next time."

    Elliot nodded, as if sealing a promise between them. "Next time, then..." He said, sitting down beside Lucas, still dripping with river water but completely at ease.

    "Elliot, thank you for bringing me here." Lucas began hesitantly, feeling a surge of gratitude. "And also...."

    "And also?"

    "...And also, you should really wear something, you know!" Lucas reminded Elliot. It felt a little too awkward on Lucas to talk to Elliot while he was undressed.

    Elliot looked down at himself and laughed, a bright, carefree sound that echoed through the trees. "Oh, right!" He said, quickly pulling on his clothes, though they clung wetly to his skin.

    Just as the boys settled into a comfortable silence, the tranquility was abruptly shattered by the distant sound of hurried footsteps. Lucas turned to see Walter and Clarisse rushing towards them, their faces a mix of relief and frustration.

    "There you are!" Clarisse exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly as she caught her breath. "We''ve been looking everywhere for you two! What were you thinking, running off like that? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

    Walter, normally composed, looked stern. "I should have guessed you two would be here! You both gave us quite a scare. It''s not safe to wander off without telling anyone where you''re going."

    Elliot, looking genuinely remorseful, stood up. "I''m sorry, Walter. I just wanted to show Lucas the river. I didn''t mean to cause any trouble."

    Lucas, feeling guilty, added, "I''m sorry too. I didn''t realize we''d worry you so much."

    Clarisse sighed, her expression softening a bit. "That''s the second time today you went missing on me, Lucas. Please be careful from now on."

    Lucas nodded, feeling guilty for causing her such concern. "I will. I promise."

    Walter, his features relaxing slightly, said, "As long as you both understand. Now, let''s get you two back home. And let''s not make a habit of disappearing, alright?"

    As they began the walk back to town, the boys were handed their previously acquired cinnamon rolls from the bakery, still warm and fragrant. The sweet, sticky pastries provided a comforting distraction, and they munched in contented silence for a while.

    On their way back, Lucas''s thoughts wandered to the breakfast he had shared with the Duchess, and the empty chair at the head of the table. Gathering his courage, he turned to Walter. "Walter, can I ask you something?" Clarisse and Elliot were walking ahead together, so they won''t be able to hear them.

    "Of course, Master Lucas." Walter replied, his tone gentle.

    "Where was the Duke this morning? He wasn''t at breakfast today...."

    Walter''s expression grew somber. "Duke Aldridge is a very busy man. He has many responsibilities, especially now. He''s away from Bellacrest at the moment. I fear you won''t be meeting him anytime soon."

    "Oh..., I see."

    "I''m sorry, Master Lucas."

    Lucas looked ahead, feeling a little sad. It was then he saw Elliot''s smiling face as he walked next to Clarisse, who was laughing. It seems Elliot told her some kind of joke.

    Lucas smiled.

    Well, at least until then, until the day I can finally meet that man, I''ll have Elliot to spend time with, so it''ll be alright.

 Chapter 5: Nobility

    Lucas''s POV

    "In twilight¡¯s embrace, she wept silver tears,

    Each drop a whisper, a memory of lost years.

    Stars gathered to mourn her silent fears."

    ''The Tragic Duchess'', a poem from ''Tears of Layla'' by author Ajlos Beregi.

    <hr>

    The days following the river escapade with Elliot unfolded like the pages from some old, complex book for Lucas.

    Sometimes it was Clarisse who roused him softly from his sleep, her voice gentle, easing him into the day. Other times, unfamiliar servants performed the task, their names still elusive in his memory. Only Devin was less considerate, his methods more brusque, jolting Lucas out of his sleep and into the stark reality of Devereaux Hall.

    Lucas never complained though, he would rather it be Devin who does this than the scary looking household guards.

    The grandeur of his room still made him feel like an intruder in a world not his own every time he woke. He felt like he was waking up into a dream.

    I wonder how long will it take for all of this to feel real to me...

    During his first few days in the Devereaux Hall, he found himself enveloped in a routine that oscillated between the mundane and the unexpected.

    Every day Lucas will have meals in the dining hall with the rest of the Devereaux family members, minus Elliot that is. For some reason, Elliot was nowhere to be seen for Lunch or Dinner that day after they returned from Bellacrest, nor was he there the following day for breakfast.

    Where could he be?

    His absence made for a large silent void that Lucas felt deeply, and that wasn''t all, it also made the Duchess''s cold stares all the harder to ignore.

    Lucas turned to Isabella, who seemed absorbed in her own world. "Excuse me, Isabella, where¡¯s Elliot?" He asked, trying to sound casual.

    Isabella looked up, her expression unreadable. ¡°He¡¯s...a little busy, that''s all. I''m sure you''ll get to see him tomorrow." She said, a faint trace of discomfort in her voice.

    Lucas frowned but chose not to press further. Isabella''s explanation felt hollow, but he decided to let it be for now. Instead, he turned to his meal, trying to ignore the tension in the room.

    As if sensing the conversation''s weight, Isabella shifted the focus. "By the way, Lucas... How have you been finding your stay here so far? Is there anything not to your liking?"

    "Oh, well-" Before Lucas could answer, Duchess Seraphina''s cold voice cut through the air.

    "I''m sure it''s far better than where he came from."

    And the conversation ended there. For some reason, Duchess Seraphina seemed even more cold today.

    So...She knows where I came from then. I suppose if father knew where to send Walter to get me, then it''s not all that shocking one of them would have told her. I don''t get the feeling Isabella and Elliot know though.

    <hr>

    After the meals, which were a very awkward affair without Elliot¡¯s buoyant presence, Lucas would be guided by Clarisse to various parts of Devereaux Hall in order to have him become more familiar with the place.

    The vast library, filled with books that smelled of ancient wisdom, became something of sanctuary for Lucas. Clarisse would often find him lost there in the pages of ''Tears of Layla,'' the poetry book he got with Elliot.

    "Master Lucas, today you have a special visitor." Clarisse announced one morning, her tone holding a hint of excitement.

    "A visitor? For me?" Lucas asked, curiosity piqued.

    Who could it be? I don''t know that many people, and surely none of them can just come to a Duke''s mansion.

    "Yes, Count Alistair Montague Leclair. He¡¯s one of Duke Aldridge¡¯s most trusted advisors. He¡¯ll be teaching you about our kingdom and other matters."

    "I...I see." Lucas nodded, trying to mask his apprehension.

    This sounded a little sudden to him, but he also knew that it made sense. He''s a Duke''s son, yet he knows so little about the world. It was okay when he was a simple peasant in a small village, but that wasn''t his reality anymore.

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    "Follow me, Master Lucas. I''ll show you the way." Clarisse spoke as she lead the way, like always.

    <hr>

    Count Alistair was a tall, imposing man in his mid 30s with a sharp gaze that seemed to see right through Lucas.

    "Master Lucas," Alistair began with a bow. "It is an honor to finally meet you."

    "H-Hello there." Lucas replied, his nerves evident as they settled into a private room within the Hall, designated for their lessons.

    "I''ll be here personally to teach you about the history of our beloved Kingdom from now on, plus some other things the son of a Duke should be well aware of." Alistair spoke, his eyes fixed on Lucas.

    "Thank you...I''m afraid there is much I don''t know." Lucas admitted, a twinge of shame in his voice.

    "Oh, I can tell. But consider yourself fortunate. Not many bastards get the chance to learn such things." Alistair commented, his tone indifferent. Lucas winced at the bluntness. He did not like the man''s tone, even if what he was saying was true.

    "...Is it?" Lucas managed to say, trying to keep his emotions in check.

    "It is. A nobleman having a bastard or two is not unheard of, but you won¡¯t find many who care to legitimize them, that¡¯s for sure. It¡¯s just how things are." Alistair explained.

    Lucas felt a wave of anger and resentment.

    So is he saying I''m SUPPOSE to be thankful to the man who abandoned me and mother? In your dreams!

    "Anyhow, let us begin our first lesson now." Alistair said, settling into a chair and motioning for Lucas to do the same.

    "Our kingdom, the Cryilld Kingdom, has a rich history" Alistair started. "It has been ruled by the Valtoria dynasty for nearly four centuries, with King Alaric von Valtoria III currently on the throne. Under his reign, the kingdom has seen both prosperity and turmoil."

    As the Count spoke, Lucas found himself drawn more and more into the lesson. Lucas wasn''t big on Alistair, but he could tell the Count was good at explaining things at the very least.

    "Turmoil? What type of turmoil?" Lucas asked, feeling curious.

    "Well....That''s jumping a lot of lessons ahead, but for now I''ll say that there was a civil war in this kingdom once, I''m sure even you''ve heard of it."

    "A civil war? I think the village elder mentioned it once or twice...." Lucas spoke to himself, the mention of a village made Count Alistair roll his eyes in disgust.

    Though I believe it happened few years before I was born. I don''t know anything about it. I doubt the people in the village knew much about it either.

    "It started 16 years ago, King Alaric von Valtoria III had just only been on the throne for few months when it happened. Anyway, enough about that for now! Back to our main lesson...."

    <hr>

    The next day

    When Elliot finally reappeared on the third day, it was as if nothing had happened. He slipped into his chair at breakfast with a nonchalant smile, greeted by a mix of relief and curiosity from Lucas.

    "Where have you been?" Lucas asked quietly as they strolled through the garden later.

    Elliot shrugged, his eyes skimming the vibrant blooms. "Just needed some time alone. You know, sometimes I need to escape and think!"

    Lucas sensed there was more to it, but Elliot¡¯s evasive answer and quick change of subject left him no room to pry.

    I''m just happy he''s here now. Having those meals without him next to me didn''t feel right. I know Isabella was also there, but...

    While Elliot was a constant source of warmth and welcome, Isabella remained an enigma. She was polite and occasionally kind, but she always kept her distance, as if she wasn''t letting herself get too close, and Lucas felt it.

    As Lucas and Elliot wandered the gardens, they stumbled upon Isabella and Devin near the stables.

    They were deep in conversation, their heads close together, maybe a bit too close. It seemed as if Devin was showing Isabella his favorite horse.

    Elliot¡¯s face darkened as he watched them. "I don¡¯t like how that guy looks at Isabella." He muttered, a rare scowl marring his usually cheerful expression.

    Lucas followed Elliot¡¯s gaze. "Oh? Why?"

    I know Devin CAN be a little rough around the edges, but...

    Elliot shook his head, his expression troubled. "I don¡¯t know. He¡¯s always around her I feel, always too... familiar. I don''t like it."

    Is he being a little possessive? I suppose I understand that feeling very well.

    "Should we go and say hi to them?" Lucas turned his gaze onto Elliot as he asked.

    "...No. I don''t want too. Let''s go someplace else." Elliot spoke as he turned his back and started walking the other direction.

    "O-Okay, I''m coming!" Lucas followed behind him, leaving Devin and Isabella alone.

    In that same day in the afternoon, as Lucas explored the vast collection of family portraits in the hallway, Isabella approached him, her steps quiet on the polished floor.

    "You seem fascinated by these." She remarked, her voice soft.

    Lucas turned, meeting her gaze. "It¡¯s like looking into the past." He said. "It feels a little unreal to think these people are related to me."

    Isabella nodded, her eyes lingering on a portrait of a young woman with a striking resemblance to her. "Yes, there¡¯s a lot of history here. Sometimes, it¡¯s overwhelming."

    "I agree. I fear Count Alistair won''t run out of history lessons for me..."

    "What is he like? Is he a strict teacher?" She asked.

    "Well....Yeah. He''s very intimidating, to say the least."

    "I don''t know much about the Count, but I do know he''s a very dotting father to his daughter."

    "Really?" Lucas asked he turned to look at Isabella.

    It was then he noticed she hadn''t taken her eyes off of the portrait of that young woman since she came here, despite their conversation.

    "...Who''s that woman in the portrait you''re looking at?" Lucas asked, a little curious.

    "She''s my..., well, she''s our grandmother." Isabella answered simply, correcting herself mid-sentence.

    So that''s my grandmother. It''s weird. For so long I thought I didn''t have a family beside dear mother, and here I am now staring at the portrait of my grandmother. I don''t know how to feel.

    "What''s h-" Before Lucas could ask for her name, Isabella excused herself.

    "Sorry, Lucas, I have to take my leave now. See you at dinner." She smiled at him as she spoke. Lucas felt as if she wanted to say more to him, but she held her words in her heart

    And without another word, she took her leave, leaving Lucas with the feeling that there was an invisible barrier he couldn¡¯t cross.

    Lucas was a little conflicted. On one hand, he knew he didn''t need to have any kind of deeper relationship with this girl. He knows he doesn''t need to get as close to her as he did with Elliot. But on the other hand he didn''t like the idea of leaving things as they are right now.

    "Maybe with time it''ll become a little easier to open up to her more."

    I hope so at the very least. I think it would make me happy.

 Chapter 6: Under the Moonlight

    Lucas''s POV

    It has been a week now.

    A whole week since Lucas''s life changed, though if it was for better or worst he still can''t tell.

    As always, the meals were always a strange time for him. Duchess Seraphina''s presence at meals was a constant source of tension for Lucas. Her piercing gaze seemed to dissect him with every glance, making him acutely aware of his every move.

    One evening, after an especially quiet lunch, the Duchess turned to him, her voice as cold as her stare. "Lucas, do you find our hospitality lacking?"

    Lucas looked up, startled. She usually never talked to him, even Elliot and Isabella were a little surprised.

    "N-No, Your Grace. It''s just... everything is so new to me."

    Why is she starting a conversation with me? I know she''s my stepmother, but I have no idea what to say to her.

    The Duchess''s lips curled into a faint, inscrutable smile. "New, indeed. I suppose you''re not accustomed to such... grandeur from where you came from."

    Lucas felt the weight of her words, laden with unspoken judgment. "I''m grateful for everything, Your Grace."

    "Gratitude is good." she replied, her gaze unwavering. "But remember, here, actions speak louder than words."

    Lucas nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety as the conversation ended.

    "Hey, Lucas, are you free after this? Do you want to play with me?" Elliot asked, his voice alone making Lucas feel better.

    "I''m sorry, Elliot. I have a lesson with Count Alistair right after this."

    "Aww." Elliot pouted, his disappointment palpable. "Can''t you postpone the lesson?"

    "Elliot, of course he can''t!" Isabella interjected, her tone gently reproachful. "Don''t be selfish."

    "Well, I''m sure I can play once I''m done with my lesson, Elliot! So wait for me until then." Lucas spoke, putting a smile back on Elliot''s face.

    Elliot''s face lit up, his earlier sadness forgotten. "Really? It''s a promise then!"

    As Elliot''s joy filled the room, Lucas couldn''t help but notice the stark contrast in Duchess Seraphina''s expression. Her green eyes, though still veiled in cool composure, betrayed a flicker of something darker¡ªdispleasure mingled with a hint of disdain.

    <hr>

    After lunch, Lucas made his way to the study room. In there, he found who he was expecting there waiting for him.

    Count Alistair, an imposing figure with a stern face was waiting. His attire was as meticulous as his demeanor, every detail in place, from the polished buttons on his coat to the perfectly aligned spectacles perched on his nose.

    There he is....

    Lucas wasn''t a fan of the man, but he would be lying if he said he didn''t somewhat enjoy his lessons. Lucas discovered he likes learning about history.

    "Ah, there you are Master Lucas, you''re a little late." Alistair remarked as Lucas entered.

    "S-Sorry." Lucas apologized, he wanted to say he got a little lost on the way here, but admitting that would had been embarrassing.

    "Anyway... Today, we shall delve into the geography and governance of the Tarragon Duchy, the one which your father is the sovereign ruler of."

    "The Tarragon Duchy.....that''s where we are right now, correct?" Lucas asked as he took a seat at the large oak table, the map of the duchy spread out before him.

    "Correct, that is where we are located, north of the Kingdom."

    "Are there other Duchies?" Lucas asked. The more he learned, the more he realized how little he knew of his country.

    "Well...Currently there is another Duchy to the South, the Tedia Duchy, though once upon a time there was a third one to the west."

    "Oh? What happened?"

    "That''s not really our lesson right now. I''ll just say that it''s been destroyed after its ruler fought against his majesty, King Alaric von Valtoria III, in the civil war. The King made sure to destroy it after he won the war. The house that once ruled it is no more."

    Lucas wasn''t sure  how to react to that. Alistair could tell the boy was shocked.

    "Luckily for you, your late grandfather sided with the King, which is why you and the rest of your household are still here."

    I''m even more curious about that civil war now!

    "Now, enough of that. Let''s start talking about the trade routes here in Tarragon..." Alistair began, Lucas tried his best to keep up, though he found this lesson much more boring as it didn''t tackle much history.

    Alistair explained how the trade routes are vital for the duchy''s economy, and how they let them connect with the rest of the Kingdom.

    Once the lesson was finally over, Elliott wasted no time standing up. Usually he would leave the room right away, but this time he had a different kind of question for the Count.

    "Count Alistair, how come you don''t you ever join us for meals?"

    This occurred to me just today. Won''t it make sense for him to eat his meals with us? He is also nobility.

    Alistair paused, his gaze steady on Lucas. For a moment, he seemed to weigh his words carefully. "You should know why, Master Lucas."

    Lucas''s brow furrowed in confusion. "I''m not sure I do...."

    The Count sighed, removing his glasses and placing them on the table. His eyes, sharp and discerning. "Boy.... You haven''t been here long, sure, but even you should figure this out. It''s  her Grace, the Duchess. She would prefer to keep her distance from me."

    "Huh? But..."

    "Before you ask why, it''s due to my role here right now. For the time being I''m serving the role of a teacher to you, her husband''s bastard. Do you get it now? In a sense, me teaching you is betraying her." Alistair explained more.

    Lucas felt a pang of sadness at the Count''s words. He had sensed the Duchess''s disdain, but hearing it articulated so clearly made the reality more stark. "I didn''t ask for you to teach me." He said quietly.

    "You didn''t, but your father, the Duke, ordered me too, so I must."  Alistair spoke as he looked out of the window in the room. " Remember this, Master Lucas, to the Duchess, you are a symbol of love between her husband and another woman."

    A symbol of love? Don''t make me laugh. There is no way father actually loved mother. I''m not a symbol of anyone''s love.

    Lucas walked out the room, not bothering to say goodbye to  Count Alistair.

    "I see I need to teach that boy some manners as well on top of history." Alistair spoke to himself.

    <hr>

    Lucas felt a heavy sadness weighing on him, but the moment he saw Elliot, it began to lift.

    "Elliot! There you are." Lucas called out, his voice brightening as Elliot bounded over.

    "Yup! I''ve been waiting for your lesson to be over! Are you free to play with me right now?" Elliot exclaimed, grabbing Lucas''s hand with a gleeful grin. "I was so bored waiting for you! Haha!"

    "...Sure, let''s play!" Lucas agreed, he just needed something to keep his mind busy right now.

    I''m really glad I have Elliot here with me right now, I imagine life without him in this place would had been much harder.

    As Lucas and Elliot played a spirited game of tag in the gardens, their laughter carried through the open windows of Devereaux Hall . Unbeknownst to them, Duchess Seraphina stood watching from her balcony, her eyes narrowing in displeasure.

    She descended the stairs, her steps quick and purposeful. Finding Lucas alone in the corridor, she cornered him, her voice low and icy. "What do you think you''re doing?"

    Lucas looked up, startled. "W-We were just playing, Your Grace."

    "Playing?" She repeated, her tone dripping with disdain. "Playing? With MY child? What are you up to? Why are you getting so close to Elliot?!"

    Lucas swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words pressing down on him. "I-I''m sorry, Your Grace. I didn''t mean to upset you."

    "Oh, please! And don''t look at me with those eyes! I hate those eyes of yours!" Duchess Seraphina snapped, her composure slipping for the first time since Lucas arrived. "They are the same eyes THAT woman had!"

    Lucas was taken aback. "...W-What?"

    ''That'' woman? Does...she know mother?

    "Mother? Lucas?" Elliot found the two and approached them, sensing something was wrong.

    "Just like THAT woman, you must be up to something! Stay away from my Elliot! What do you want from him?! Are you planning on taking his place as the heir of the Duchy?!" Duchess Seraphina snapped, her words sharp and accusing. Both Lucas and Elliot were stunned into silence.

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    Elliot''s face twisted in disbelief, his shock palpable at the mention of Lucas being the heir. It was a face Lucas didn''t recognize.

    "N-No! I''m not planning any of that!" Lucas protested, his voice shaking with confusion and disbelief.

    "Don''t lie! That must be why you''re here!! You''re here to steal from my Elliot, just like that whore did from me!" Seraphina  grabbed Lucas''s shoulders, shaking him. Elliot stood frozen in place behind her.

    "...Let me go!" Lucas demanded, his voice choked with a mix of fear and indignation as he managed to free himself from Duchess Seraphina''s grip. He wasted no time running away, with no destination in mind. He simply knew he couldn''t be around her right now.

    As he ran away, the Duchess broke into tears. Elliot watched her in silence.

    <hr>

    Lucas ran and ran.

    He didn''t know where his legs were taking him.

    He kept running until he reached a certain room, where he went inside and closed the door behind him.

    It was the  Harmonic Chamber. Lucas heard of this place, but he''d never been here, not that he cared right now to admire it.

    He sank to the floor, his back against the door, and buried his face in his hands. He tried to hold back the tears, tried to be strong, but the emotions overwhelmed him. Her accusations, her anger¡ªit all felt so unfair, so crushing.

    He didn''t know how long he sat there, crying, lost in his grief. Time seemed to stretch and warp, the minutes bleeding into hours. He was too hurt to think, too exhausted to move. The weight of her words bore down on him, making him feel small and powerless.

    She called my mother a... whore. How could she? How could she say that? How does she even know mother? And all that talk of being the heir....It''s not my fault! It''s not like I asked father to bring me here!

    The light outside the windows gradually faded, and the chamber grew darker. The once vibrant daylight had given way to the deep blues and purples of twilight, and eventually, the inky blackness of night. The room was now only illuminated by a moonbeams slipping through the high windows.

    He was dimly aware of the quiet stillness of the night settling in, the manor falling into a hushed slumber. He didn''t want to leave this room; he didn''t want to face anyone.

    I don''t want to see anyone. I don''t want to talk to anyone.

    Suddenly, the door creaked open, spilling a thin line of light into the darkened chamber. Lucas looked up, his tear-streaked face reflecting a mixture of fear and resignation. He half-expected to see the Duchess again, ready to continue her tirade.

    But it was Isabella, beautiful Isabella,  who stepped into the room, her eyes soft with concern. She approached him cautiously, her footsteps light on the polished floor.

    "Lucas, everyone''s been looking for you." She said gently, her voice a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. "I''m so glad I looked here."

    Lucas wiped at his eyes, trying to pull himself together. He didn''t want to let a girl see him cry. "I... I didn''t know where else to go." He admitted, his voice breaking.

    Isabella sat down beside him on the floor, her gaze unwavering. "I''m glad you came here. You don''t have to hide, Lucas."

    Lucas shook his head, the tears threatening to spill over again. "She hates me, Isabella. Your mother hates me. I don''t want to be part of this family anymore."

    Isabella''s expression softened, sadness touching her eyes. "Oh, Lucas... I can''t even imagine how you must feel."

    "She said.... She said something about being an heir and stuff. Something like that never even crossed my mind! Not once!"

    Should have that been something that crossed my mind? I truly doubt father wants me to inherit his titles. Why would he when he has Elliot?

    "I... I''ve heard a little about what the fight was about...I see the topic of inheritance came up, huh? I can''t say I''m surprised. You see, Lucas, in families like ours, that''s always a popular topic, for better or worst." Isabella spoke, her voice and face full of sadness.

    "...Do you hate me? Do you feel like it would have been better if I didn''t show up?" Lucas asked Isabella. As he sat here in this room, he couldn''t help but think how this wouldn''t had happened if he didn''t show up.

    "Hate you? No, Lucas, never." Isabella said firmly. "Please, don''t think that. If anything, I''m curious about you."

    "Curious?" Lucas echoed, taken aback.

    "When father suddenly  told us about you and that you''d be coming to live with us, it was... complicated. Mother was heartbroken, of course. Elliot was thrilled to have a new brother. And me... I was in the middle. I didn''t know how to feel or react. But I was curious¡ªcurious about the brother I''d never met. So, will you please tell me more about yourself?"

    "...Why do you want to know? What''s the point?"

    "I just want to learn more about you, that''s all. What was your life like before you came here? What was your hometown called? Did you have friends there? Please, tell me anything."

    She wants to know more about me?

    Lucas was a little conflicted, but he decided to open up. In a way, talking about his life before this place might very well remind him of simpler, happier times.

    "My village is called Fern Hollow." Lucas started, his voice soft and reflective. "It''s a small place, tucked away in a valley far from here, at the very south of the Kingdom. Life there was simple, not at all like the grandeur of this place."

    Isabella listened intently, her eyes fixed on Lucas as he recounted his past.

    "We lived in a modest cottage at the edge of the village." He continued. "Just my mother and me. I loved her so much. The village wasn''t wealthy, we didn''t have much, but it was home. People worked hard, tending their gardens, raising livestock, or crafting things to sell in the market. Despite the hardships, there was a sense of community. Everyone knew everyone else, and we all looked out for each other."

    He paused, a faint smile crossing his lips as he remembered the familiar sights and sounds of Fern Hollow. "Mother was everything to me. She worked as a seamstress, sewing clothes for the villagers. Honestly, she wasn''t the best at it, but she always tried her best to learn. Her hands were always busy, stitching and mending. She used to hum while she worked, and I''d sit by her side, listening to the rhythm of her needle. She had the most beautiful voice."

    Isabella nodded, encouraging him to continue.

    "It was her who taught me how to read and write, how to appreciate the little things in life. We didn''t have many luxuries, but she always tried her best to give me what I need. She was hoping one day we''ll gather enough money to move out of the village and into a better off town, though that never happened..."

    "...Did something happen to her?" Isabella asked, feeling hesitant to do so.

    "...Yes, she died." Lucas answered, making Isabella feel guilty for asking.

    And it was my fault. It was my fault dear mother died.

    Lucas''s gaze grew distant as he delved deeper into his memories. "I had friends in the village too. There was Millie, the baker''s daughter. We used to play by the river, catching tadpoles and skipping stones. And Tom, the blacksmith''s apprentice. He dreamed of becoming a knight one day, and we''d spend hours pretending to be heroes, saving the village from imaginary dragons."

    He chuckled softly, the memories bringing a brief glimmer of warmth to his heart. "Life was hard, but it was also full of simple joys. We had festivals where everyone would come together, singing and dancing around the bonfire. Those were the best times. Mother always said that the stars seemed to shine brighter on those nights."

    "How lovely." Isabella added, a smile on her face.

    His smile faded as he thought about why he was no longer there. "Though that happiness didn''t last. Once mother died, I was all alone. The people in the village tried their best to take care of me, to be my new family, but it never felt the same."

    "Lucas..."

    Lucas''s voice trembled, the pain of loss still fresh. "When she passed away, I felt so lost. The villagers did their best to help, but I didn''t know what to do. That''s when my father''s letter came. He said in the letter he''ll be sending someone to get me to my new home."

    "....And that was Walter, correct?"

    "Yes, it was Walter. And he brought me here, to this place so far from home..." Lucas looked up at Isabella, his eyes filled with uncertainty. "I didn''t want to leave Fern Hollow, but I had no choice. Coming here was supposed to be a new beginning, but it''s been so hard."

    Isabella reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently, causing the boy to blush. "Lucas, you''ve been through so much. I''m glad you told me about Fern Hollow. It sounds like a beautiful place, and I can see why it means so much to you."

    Lucas nodded, a small but genuine smile forming. "T-Thank you, Isabella. Talking about it helps, I suppose. Remembering the good times makes me feel closer to home somehow."

    "Well....Now that you told me about yourself, would you like to hear a little about me?"

    Lucas blinked, taken aback. "Huh?"

    "I feel it''s only fair, after you''ve told me so much about yourself." Isabella spoke as her gaze drifted to the grand piano, remembering happy times.

    "Y-You don''t need too....Though I would like to learn more about you, if it''s okay." Lucas spoke honestly.

    Isabella''s eyes sparkled with a hint of nostalgia as she spoke. "You see, Lucas, in this very room we''re in... I met my first love."

    "What?!"

    She laughed softly at his surprised reaction. "Haha, I suppose calling it ''love'' isn''t accurate. It was more like an innocent crush a young girl had on her piano teacher."

    Lucas listened intently as Isabella began her story, her voice gentle and filled with wistful recollection.

    "It was a few years ago." Isabella began, her eyes tracing the elegant lines of the grand piano. "I was only 12. Father had hired a piano teacher for me, a young man named Adrian."

    Lucas could see the flicker of fondness in her eyes as she spoke his name. "Adrian was... different. He wasn''t like the other tutors or servants in the manor. He was kind, patient, and incredibly talented, but also a strict teacher when he needed to be. When he played the piano, it was like the music came alive. I was captivated from the very first lesson."

    She smiled, lost in the memory. "He was in his early 20s. There was something about him¡ªhis passion for music, the way he treated me with respect and genuine interest¡ªthat made me look forward to every lesson. He wasn''t just a teacher; he became something of a friend to me, though I''m sure he only ever saw me as an annoying little sister."

    Lucas listened, imagining the scenes Isabella described.

    "We spent hours in this very room." She continued, her voice softening. "He taught me not just how to play, but how to feel the music. We would play duets, and he would tell me stories about the composers, bringing their works to life. He was so smart. In a way, he had opened up my small world."

    Isabella...

    Isabella paused, her expression growing somber. "But Adrian had his own struggles. He came from a poor family and had taken the job here to help support them. His mother was ill and they were struggling to make ends meet. He felt so much pressure to succeed, to provide for them. He was always so humble, never complaining, even though I could tell he carried a very heavy burden. I wanted to help him, but there was little a 12 years old girl could do."

    Lucas''s heart ached for her as he saw the pain in her eyes.

    She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Then, one day, he didn''t show up for our lesson. I waited and waited, but he never came. Later, we found out that he had left the manor, returning to his family. His mother had taken a turn for the worse, and he needed to be with her. He never came back. He left without saying goodbye. I don''t know what became of him since. I doubt I''ll ever see him again."

    "Oh...." Lucas wasn''t sure what to say, all he could do was be sad for Isabella.

    "Never getting to see him one last time really hurt. It was what taught me how easy it is for people to just.... disappear out of your life just like that, as if they''ve never been there. It made me afraid of getting attached to people." Isabella admitted.

    "I see... Thank you for sharing that with me." He said softly. It felt a little crazy to Lucas earlier in the morning he felt there was a wall between him and Isabella, and now it''s gone as if it was never there.

    "Sorry, I feel I''ve made both of us feel even more down now." Isabella spoke as she stood up. "But I know just the way to cheer us both up."

    Lucas blinked, confused but curious. "What do you mean?"

    "Come with me, Lucas!" She called him.

    Lucas hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed her. Isabella settled onto the piano bench, patting the space beside her with an encouraging smile.

    "Sit here." she beckoned. Lucas obeyed, albeit a bit awkwardly, feeling a sudden wave of self-consciousness.

    We''re so close...

    "What are you going to do?" Lucas asked, though he had a good guess.

    "Play the piano. Playing it always makes me feel better, and I hope it''ll make you feel better too." Isabella answered, a smile on her face.

    As her fingers hovered over the keys, Lucas watched in quiet awe. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first notes to fill the air.

    Isabella began to play, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys. The melody started softly, a gentle cascade of notes that resonated with a haunting beauty.

    Lucas sat beside her, mesmerized. The piano''s voice was rich and full, each note a delicate whisper that spoke to the deepest parts of his heart. As the music flowed, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him¡ªsadness, yes, but also a profound sense of peace.

    Lucas didn''t think he''d be able to feel peace today, but Isabella showed him otherwise.

    Isabella played with a grace and passion that seemed to transform her. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene, as if she were somewhere far away, lost in the music. The piece she chose was both melancholic and uplifting.

    There was something magical in the way she connected with the piano, how each note she played felt like an extension of her soul. Lucas could do nothing but stare at her.

    It was there, in the Harmonic Chamber, under the moonlight.

    Isabella played the piano, her melody reaching Lucas''s heart.

    Elliot, oh Elliot...

    I think I understand now why you''re possessive of her.

 Chapter 7: A Place to Belong

    Clarisse''s POV

    Home. What is a home, truly?

    Is it merely a place where one resides? Or perhaps it''s where one is surrounded by loved ones? Is the answer ever that simple?

    I''m not sure, but I do know that for a fact this place is my home.

    Bellacrest... Devereaux Hall... This is where I belong now, right? Father?

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    Early next day.

    Word of what went down between her Grace the Duchess and Lucas quickly spread around Devereaux Hall in a ripple of whispers and hushed conversations.

    "I can''t believe it!"

    "Right? What would Duke Aldridge say if he heard of what went down?"

    Two maids gossiped in a corner, Clarisse rolled her eyes as she walked by them. Usually, Clarisse would have reprimanded them for idling, urging them back to their duties. But today, her mind was elsewhere. She had more pressing matters to attend to.

    With a determined stride, she navigated the corridors until she reached a familiar door. Balancing a tray laden with breakfast, she knocked gently.

    "Master Lucas? May I come in?" Her voice was soft but carried a note of concern. She waited for an answer.

    A pause, then a faint, almost inaudible response came from behind the door. "...Yes."

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    Clarisse pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dim, the heavy curtains drawn, shutting out the bright morning light. Lucas sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped and eyes cast down. Clarisse could feel the palpable sadness come out of the boy.

    At least he''s there, right? This boy somehow always goes missing on me. It does hurt to see him down like that, however.

    "Good morning, Master Lucas." She said gently, trying to infuse her voice with cheer as she set the tray on the small table by his bedside. "I brought you some breakfast. I thought you might be hungry."

    Lucas glanced up briefly, his eyes dull and clouded with unspoken emotions. He managed a weak smile, more out of courtesy than any genuine feeling. "Thank you, Clarisse."

    She pulled up a chair and sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap. "You missed breakfast with the family." she remarked softly, not accusing, just stating a fact.

    "I wasn''t really in the mood." He mumbled, his gaze dropping back to the floor. "I don''t feel like seeing anyone today, let alone HER..."

    ''Her'', he must mean Duchess Seraphina.

    Clarisse nodded, understanding all too well the weight of his words. "I''ve heard about what happened with the Duchess...." She said delicately. ""I''m so sorry, Master Lucas. If I had been with you, things might not have taken such a drastic turn."

    Lucas winced, the memory of the harsh confrontation still fresh. He shrugged, trying to dismiss it, but the effort was half-hearted. "It''s not your fault, Clarisse. I doubt you being there would have changed anything." He said quietly. "She doesn''t like me, it''s as simple as that... Perhaps I shouldn''t be here after all."

    "Master Lucas... Is that really how you feel? Is Duchess Seraphina causing you to feel you should leave Devereaux Hall for good?"

    He shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "You don''t understand, Clarisse. It''s not just about one moment. It''s... everything. I don''t belong here. I''m just a stranger, an outsider trying to fit into a place where I''ll never truly fit in."

    Clarisse''s heart ached at his words. She wished she could find the right thing to say, something to lift the heavy burden he carried. "You do belong here, Master Lucas. You''re part of this family now. And I believe, in time, even her Grace the Duchess will see that too."

    At least I hope so...

    Lucas looked up at the celling, his eyes filled with a deep, lingering sadness. "Do you really think so? Do you really think I could feel like I belong in this place one day?"

    "Yes, I do. I speak from experience."

    Lucas''s gaze turned to look at Clarisse''s purple eyes.

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    "What do you mean?" He asked.

    Clarisse took a deep breath, her mind drifting back to memories long buried but never forgotten. "I wasn''t born here, Master Lucas. Bellacrest was a distant place to me once, just as it might feel to you now. But life has a way of leading us to places we never expected to go."

    Lucas listened, giving her his full attention.

    She settled into her chair, her voice taking on a softer, more reflective tone. "I grew up in a small village far from here. It was just me, my father, and my little brother, Devin. Father was a kind man, always full of stories and laughter. He worked hard to provide for us, especially after my mother passed away giving birth to Devin."

    Lucas listened intently, his own troubles momentarily set aside as he absorbed Clarisse''s story.

    "When I was 11, everything changed one day. My village... My home... Everything I knew was gone."

    Lucas furrowed his brow, confusion mingling with concern. "What do you mean? How did it all disappear?"

    "It may be hard to believe me, Master Lucas, but the truth is a giant demon attacked my village, destroying it and killing nearly everyone, my father included." Clarisse answered, sounding calm, though Lucas felt that she was pretending to be okay.

    "What?! A d-demon?" Lucas stammered, wide-eyed. "How...?"

    "That''s a normal reaction, but it is true, I promise you. I don''t know where that demon came from, or why it attacked everyone, but I know had father not been there to make sure Devin and I get away, I wouldn''t be here right now." Clarisse continued her story, even though Lucas found it hard to process.

    "And did your father....?"

    "Yes. In an attempt to help more people flee from the demon, he too lost his life."

    Clarisse closed her eyes.

    I never got to tell him goodbye.

    "I...don''t know what to say." Lucas was lost for words. "I mean, a demon? That''s..."

    For a second, Lucas couldn''t help but think of his village. Sure life there was hard, but at least they never had a demon show up.

    "I managed to escape with my baby brother, who was only 2 years old, too young to understand what had happened. I was devastated, lost, and terrified about our future. I had no idea what to do with myself or brother."

    Clarisse paused, the painful memory still raw even after all these years. "It was a dark time. But then, by a stroke of fate, a kind merchant found us and taken us to Bellacrest. He couldn''t keep us, but he made sure we were safe. Eventually, we were brought to Devereaux Hall."

    She glanced around the room, her eyes softening with fondness. "This place became our sanctuary. Your grandfather, the late Duke Ambrose Elias von Devereaux, took us in, gave us a chance when we had nothing. It took me a long time to adjust to this place, to feel like I belonged. I had to work and care for my baby brother at the same time. And now after 12 years, this grand manor feels like home now, somehow."

    Lucas''s expression softened as he listened, the depth of her story resonating with his own struggles. "It must have been so hard..." He said quietly.

    "It was," Clarisse admitted. "So please, Master Lucas, don''t give up on this place just yet. I can''t say there won''t be hard days in the future, but I''m also sure there will be many happy ones."

    Lucas looked down at his hands, her words sinking in. It made him feel slightly better knowing he wasn''t alone in feeling lost and displaced. "T-Thank you, Clarisse," He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for sharing your story with me...."

    I wonder, should I have shared it? I know it''s a heavy one. I don''t like talking about it with people usually.

    Clarisse smiled warmly. "Just know I''m here if you need any help, okay? And Master Lucas, please stop going missing on me! Last night I searched along with everybody for you! I almost had a heart attack when I learned you were missing!"

    Lucas let out a small laugh, feeling a little guilty

    "Sorry, haha."

    "I have to go now, I have things I need to handle. Make sure to eat up, okay?" Clarisse said as she stood up and started walking towards the door.

    "Okay, I''ll eat up."

    As she left the room, Lucas stared at the untouched breakfast. The weight of his solitude pressed heavily on him. He took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to move forward, but the darkness clung to him, persistent and unyielding.

    <hr>

    Clarisse moved briskly through the halls of Devereaux Hall, her mind shifting from Lucas''s troubles to her own responsibilities. There was always much to be done in the grand manor.

    If you have a minute to rest, it means you have a minute to go do something that needs to be done...

    As she turned a corner, she nearly collided with her younger brother, Devin, who was carrying a stack of linens. He was accompanied by a fellow servant, a brown haired boy around his age named Samuel, who was juggling a broom and a dustpan.

    "Watch it, Clarisse!" Devin teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You almost knocked over my tower of linens."

    Clarisse laughed, the sound light and easy. "Oh, Devin, you and your dramatic towers. I see you''re keeping busy."

    "Always!" Devin grinned, then shot a playful look at Samuel. "Hey, Samuel, when do you think our dear Clarisse will finally get married? She''s 23 now, after all. As her brother I worry no man will want her soon enough!"

    "Devin! What are you saying?!" Clarisse spoke out, slightly annoyed. This wasn''t the first time Devin made a big deal out of her still not being married despite her age.

    I know most women around my age are married by now, but... What if my husband said he doesn''t want me to work as a maid here anymore? I don''t know if I can handle that. I love this place.

    Samuel, a good-natured 13 years old boy with a quick wit, grinned back. "Well, if she''s still single when I''m older, I''ll marry her myself! Keep her from being an old maid."

    Clarisse couldn''t help but let out a small laugh. "Oh, you two! You don''t need to worry about me, I think I''ll be just fine on my own, thank you very much. Besides, Samuel, you''re too young to be making such grand promises."

    Samuel chuckled, his cheeks reddening slightly. "Just keeping my options open, Miss Clarisse."

    Devin shook his head, still smiling. "Well, we can''t let you be the only one working hard, Sis. We''ve got our duties to attend to, too."

    "Good to hear," Clarisse said, ruffling Devin''s hair affectionately. "Just make sure you do them well, okay? And don''t break anything!"

    As Devin and Samuel continued down the corridor, Clarisse watched them for a moment, a mix of pride and affection warming her heart.

    I''m sure that Devin, just like me, thinks of this place as home. I''m so blessed, really. If only you could see us now, father.

 Chapter 8: Unwanted Guest

    Lucas''s POV

    That same night, Lucas had all his meals in his room. He barely saw anyone, spending the day lost in his thoughts.

    ...Or so he would had liked to be this minute, but a certain someone was giving him a visit.

    "Devin, I really can change into my own sleep wear, you know!" Lucas said, a bit annoyed.

    "Oh I know, I know! This is still our job though. You should get used to it by now!" Devin replied, loud as ever, as he helped Lucas into his sleepwear.

    I don''t want to get used to this!

    Just as soon as Devin was done with Lucas, there was a knock on his door. Both Devin and Lucas were surprised someone is visiting in such an hour, it was very late after all.

    "Who is it?" Lucas asked.

    "It''s I, Count Alistair Leclair." Came the response from the other side of the door. "May I come in, Master Lucas?"

    What does he want at this hour?

    "You may."

    The count entered the room, his gaze landing on Devin and Lucas.

    "Did I come at a bad time?" Alistair asked, seeing Lucas was preparing to go to bed.

    "Well.... It''s fine. Do you need something?" Lucas replied, uncertain how to address the man.

    "I''d like to have a talk with you." Alistair turned to look at Devin. "Alone, just us two."

    Devin understood what the Count meant.

    "I''ll take my leave now, good night Master Lucas!" Devin said as he made his way out, closing the door behind him.

    It was now only the Count and Lucas in the room. In Lucas''s mind, his room was a sanctuary for him to rest and forget about all that which troubles him, and yet here stood Count Alistair in it, shattering that fantasy.

    "You not only missed your meals, but you also missed our lesson today." Alistair began, getting straight to the point.

    "I''ve had my meals in my room....., but yes, I did miss my lesson. I''m sorry." Lucas apologized, feeling a pang of guilt for wasting the Count''s time due to his family situation.

    "Listen to me, Master Lucas. I know you are new to all of this, but as the son of a Duke, as a man of this Kingdom, you can''t behave this way." Alistair started, Lucas felt the Count had a lot in his chest he wanted to say. "I''ve heard an argument took place between you and her Grace, and I can''t pretend to understand how you feel, but locking yourself in your room all day? Master Lucas, you are not a child anymore, that kind of behavior won''t be looked at fondly in the realm of nobility."

    Lucas listened, unsure what to say. He knew he needed some time away from everyone, which is why he spent the entire day in his room, but he could understand why the Count would look down at him for going such a route.

    Count Alistair took a deep breath, calming himself down. "I didn''t come here to give you a lecture, I came here to ask what you have planned for tomorrow. Are you planning on spending the entire day in your room again?"

    Lucas didn''t need much time to find the answer to that question.

    "No, I won''t. I''ll... go eat with everyone again. I''ll also be attending our lesson of course. I won''t run away." He responded, sounding serious. Lucas''s tone caught Alistair off guard for a second.

    "...Really? You won''t run away? You sound determined." Alistair remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice.

    Lucas closed his eyes.

    "You see, I''ve realized that this place has some really kind people... With them around, I feel I''ll be fine." Lucas spoke, thinking of Isabella, Elliott, and Clarisse. "And beside if I ran away, or locked myself up, I''d never learn some answers I''m looking for."

    Like how the Duchess knows of my mother, or who my father is and what he wants from me for example.

    "I see. I''m glad to hear that. Depending on your answer, I might have had decided I won''t teach you anymore. I''m glad you didn''t disappoint me." Alistair spoke, sounding almost proud.

    Lucas knew the Count was serious, he would leave him if he started slacking off in his studies.

    "Oh, right. Count Alistair, there is something I want to ask you... Where is my father? When will I get to meet him?" Lucas asked, a question heavy on his heart.

    "Your father, Duke Aldridge, is currently busy with some matters in the capital of the Kingdom. I''m not sure when he''ll have time to come and greet you, but I''m sure it''ll happen eventually." Alistair answered, calm, as if he had expected this question.

    "Oh.... I see."

    "Anyhow, I should take my leave now. I''ll see you tomorrow for our lesson, good night, Master Lucas."

    After the Count made his leave and Lucas got in his bed, his head was full of thoughts.

    It''s true that I''m not running away because I want answers, it''s true that it worries me to know that there is something I may not know about dear mother and I want to find out what it is, but truly the biggest reason I''m leaving my room tomorrow is that... I didn''t want to feel lonely again for another day.

    I love how big and comfortable my room is, but it''s so very lonely in here all on my own.

    <hr>

    The next day, Lucas made his way to the dining hall, closely followed by Clarisse.

    He found only Isabella there. Lucas couldn''t help but blush when her eyes made their way to him.

    "...Good morning, Lucas." She greeted him with a warm smile which made Lucas''s heart flutter.

    "Good morning, Isabella." He greeted back as he took a seat.

    It''s true that his mind had been swirling with all type of thoughts the previous day, and the time he spent alone with Isabella as she played the piano was one of the moments that lingered in his mind.

    He hated how simply thinking of how close they were that night made his cheeks turn bright red, but he couldn''t help it. He''s not used to being that close to a girl.

    "I''m glad to see you here today." Isabella spoke. "I wanted to give you a visit yesterday, but I thought you might have wanted some time alone..."

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    "T-Thank you, and yeah I needed some time for myself, but I''m here now." Lucas responded, glancing around the table. "Where is... everyone?

    "I believe we''re here early, they should be here soon." Isabella answered.

    A part of Lucas was happy the first person to greet him was Isabella, it made the start of this day much less awkward than it otherwise could have been.

    "Oh right, Lucas. Since you weren''t here yesterday, you missed the news about our upcoming guest." Isabella said, capturing Lucas''s attention. "He should arrive just in time to join us for breakfast I believe."

    "A guest? Who are they?"

    Before Isabella could answer, the door to the dining hall swung open.

    In walked Elliot, who paused in his place to glance at Lucas before taking his seat beside him.

    "...Good morning, Elliot." Lucas greeted cautiously, sensing an undercurrent of conflicting emotions in Elliot''s demeanor.

    "Morning, Lucas.... I see you''re having breakfast with us today after all." Elliot said, which caused Lucas to frown. He was unable to read Elliot''s emotions.

    "Do you... not want me too?" Lucas asked, not holding back. It hurt, but he''d rather know how Elliot is feeling.

    "No, I''m glad you''re here. Yesterday was so.... Lonely without you here." Elliot responded unexpectedly, surprising Lucas. He didn''t expect that answer.

    Lonely.

    So you also felt lonely too, Elliot.

    Elliot, oh Elliot.

    I suppose I don''t understand you that well after all. I was so sure you''d tell me you didn''t want to see me anymore.

    "Yesterday was eerily quiet, not a word spoken as we ate." Elliot spoke softly, his sad gaze on Lucas, his eyes full of melancholy.

    Lucas found himself drawn into Elliot''s gaze, where sadness and longing seemed to mingle, creating an unspoken connection that resonated deep within him

    "Elliot...." Lucas wasn''t sure why, but he really wanted to hug his brother for some reason. He stopped himself, though. "I''m sorry, I made you sad, didn''t I?"

    In more ways than just one.

    A heavy silence hung between the two boys for a moment, broken only by Isabella''s voice.

    "I do doubt today will be anywhere near as quiet with him around." Isabella interjected. "Truly, what a bad timing for him to show up."

    "The guest? Right, who is-" Before Lucas managed to ask the same question again, the door to the dining hall opened once more.

    Two people stepped in this time.

    The first was Duchess Seraphina, her gaze as cold as ever. Following closely behind her was a young man with blond hair.

    He appeared to be 16 years of age, his grey eyes scanned the room as soon as he walked in. Isabella and Elliot stood up when they saw him, prompting Lucas to do the same.

    "He only just arrived. I''m glad you can join us for breakfast, Leopold." Seraphina said, though the tone of her voice didn''t make it seem she was that glad.

    "Thank you, your Grace." Leopold replied smoothly, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance. His eyes then shifted to Isabella.

    He approached her with a charming smile, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the back of her hand. "It''s so good to see you again, you look even more enchanting than I remember." He said, his tone flirtatious. Isabella¡¯s polite smile faltered slightly, and she quickly withdrew her hand, clearly uncomfortable with the gesture.

    "T-Thank you. I hope the journey here wasn''t a hard one, Leopold."

    Elliot, standing beside her, clenched his fists, his face darkening with a mix of jealousy and distaste.

    He stepped forward, trying to mask his agitation. "Leopold, it¡¯s good to see you again." He said, his voice terse and clipped. Leopold, however, merely offered a dismissive nod, his eyes flicking over Elliot with an air of indifference. "Indeed, Elliot. Always a pleasure to see you standing on your feet." Leopold Replied coolly.

    Finally, Leopold''s gaze turned to Lucas, who stood awkwardly by the table.

    For a moment, Leopold¡¯s eyes narrowed, his expression unimpressed and calculating. He surveyed Lucas from head to toe, the faintest smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And you must be the new addition to our family, Lucas." He said, his tone dismissive, as if Lucas¡¯s presence was an inconvenience.

    Lucas swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Leopold¡¯s judgmental gaze. He forced himself to meet Leopold¡¯s grey eyes. "Yes, I''m... I''m Lucas." He managed to say, his voice steady but his heart pounding in his chest. "Wait, did you say our family? Who are you?" Lucas asked, nervous.

    "My name is Leopold Augustus von Devereaux. I''m your cousin."

    "C-Cousin?" Lucas stammered, taken aback.

    I suppose he does resemble Isabella and Elliot now that I''m taking a better look at him.

    "I took a short leave from Cheveralie Academy and came here for one reason, and it was to see you myself. So this is Uncle''s bastard...." Leopold spoke, sounding very condescending. Lucas really didn''t like his tone.

    So he''s my cousin? All I know is I already want to punch him in the face!

    "L-Leopold, don''t say that!"Isabella stepped in.

    "Oh, sorry, sorry. I spoke too loudly, I meant to keep that thought to myself." Leopold offered a shallow apology, which only irritated Lucas more.

    "Enough." Duchess Seraphina''s voice cut through the tension, commanding attention. "We are here to have breakfast now. Save your discussions for later." Her sharp gaze swept over Lucas and Leopold, leaving no room for argument.

    Leopold ended up joining them for the meal, and to Lucas''s dismay, it seems he''ll be staying at Devereaux Hall for a while.

    Lucas thought having a meal with the Duchess after their argument will be hard, little did he know what was coming up.

    Why is meal time in this place never easy?

    <hr>

    After breakfast, Lucas and Elliot were walking together, Clarisse behind them, but keeping her distance.

    "I know he''s my cousin, and that I shouldn''t say this, but I don''t like him!" Elliot confessed, his disdain evident on his face.

    "S-Same, and I just met the guy." Lucas added. "Why did he come here just to see me?" Lucas pondered aloud, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty.

    Is it mere curiosity? Though by the way he talked to me, I doubt he came here in hopes of creating a bond with a long lost family member.

    "I have an idea why he came to see you." Elliot continued, drawing Lucas''s attention.

    "Hm? Well?"

    "It''s about inheritance. You being here makes things harder for him as Leopold is hoping to inherit the duchy from father." Elliot explained matter-of-factly, causing Lucas to gasp in surprise.

    "Huh?! How?!"

    "You saw how close he was trying to get to dear sister, right? You see, Leopold hopes to marry Isabella. If father gave her to him, then with both his and her claim on the duchy combined, it''ll be as good a claim as mine."

    Lucas was lost for words.

    I had no idea any of this... drama, for lack of a better word, was unfolding.

    "I''m impressed, Elliot. Did you figure Leopold''s intentions out on your own?" Lucas asked, curious about Elliot''s insight. Elliot let out a small chuckle.

    "No, it was mother. She''s very sharp." Elliot admitted, which stirred a pang of guilt in Lucas, given the Duchess had also accused him of vying for the heir''s role.

    "Well, all I know is that you clearly are the better heir than that jerk, Elliot!" Lucas asserted firmly.

    Elliot let out a laugh. "I know, right? Sorry Lucas, but I''m clearly the most fitting heir here, and I''ll be even all the better once I attend and graduate from Cheveralie Academy."

    Cheveralie Academy? Oh, Leopold mentioned it.

    "What is this Cheveralie Academy?" Lucas inquired, his interest piqued.

    "It''s in the Tedia duchy, very south of the Kingdom. It''s the most prestigious school in Cryilld. Noblemen and wealthy families send their sons there to study. I''ll be attending it next year when I turn 13." Elliot explained eagerly, Lucas noticing the passion in Elliot''s green eyes¡ªeyes he could easily get lost in forever.

    Elliot, oh Elliot.

    "I can''t wait to make father proud, next year really can''t come sooner. Honestly, I think attending that academy is my dream."

    Your eyes feel like a dream, Elliot.

    Just then, Leopold appeared, his presence disrupting their conversation. He was searching for the two of them.

    "There you two are! Hmmm, were you two talking about me by any chance? I feel like you were." Leopold asked, his tone tinged with arrogance.

    Elliot shot back, "Not everything revolves around you, Leopold."

    Lucas, feeling the tension rise, stepped in before things escalated. "We were just discussing... Elliot''s future plans."

    "Elliot''s future plans? That''s a funny one." Leopold remarked with a smirk.

    "And just what is that suppose to mean? Is there anything you need from us?" Lucas asked, annoyed.

    "Oh, I''m simply here to talk to you. I want to see for myself what kind of person you are." Leopold said, circling Lucas and Elliot with a scrutinizing gaze fixed on Lucas. "When I received Uncle''s letter about you, I was so very shocked. And now that you''re here in front of me, I can''t understand what he was thinking."

    This guy.... Is he looking for a fight?

    Before Lucas could snap, Elliot grabbed his hand.

    "L-Lucas, forget him! He''s clearly in a bad mood, must have gotten a horrible mark on a quiz or something! Let''s go play now!" Elliot spoke, pulling a fuming Lucas away.

    Leopold chuckled, watching them leave.

    And just as Clarisse was about to follow behind them, Leopold grabbed her hand, stopping her.

    "Wait, you."

    "Huh? Me? Do you... need something, Master Leopold?" Clarisse asked, caught off guard by his firm grip.

    "Hmmm, you''re not bad to look at. A little older than me, I suppose, but who cares. Come to my room as soon as you can. I''ll be waiting for you." He commanded, his tone leaving no room for refusal, before walking away.

    "Y-Yes, Master Leopold......" Was all Clarisse could say. As a von Devereaux, she couldn''t refuse him.

 Chapter 9: Little Bird

    Isabella''s POV

    Little bird,

    Little bird on the window,

    You fly so high.

    Little bird, will you take me with you?

    <hr>

    And the bird flew away as Isabella watched it, startled by the sound of the door opening.

    Isabella turned her face towards the now open door. It was her beloved younger brother, Elliot.

    "Isabella! There you are!" Elliot cheered as he ran towards her. She was sitting in a chair, sipping her tea.

    "Elliot, do you need something?" She asked.

    "No, I just wanted to see you!" Elliot spoke. "I heard you''ll be heading out into a Bellacrest for small errand, is that correct?"

    "Yes, that is correct. I''ll be back shortly. Do you nee-" Before she could finish, her younger brother suddenly gave her an embrace. "...Elliot? Is something the matter?"

    It''s not unusual for him to embrace me, but you can never be too sure.

    "No, it''s just... Lucas is having his lesson right now with Count Alistair, and I''m so bored! There is nothing for me to do! Maybe I should just go with you." Elliot said, expressing his feelings.

    "Oh, I see... Elliot, I''m really not doing anything fun, I''m sure it''ll bore you to tears." Isabella began to explain, feeling a little guilty for rejecting Elliot. "And besides, after what happened to you after the last time you went out to Bellacrest, mother would not want you to leave  Devereaux Hall until you rested a bit more, you know."

    Elliot let go of Isabella, staring her in the eye. He felt blessed to be able to look into such kind eyes.

    "I know, I know.... Gosh, girls really worry too much! I told you both I''m fine!"

    "Oh you..." Isabella rolled her eyes, holding back a small laugh.

    I pray you''ll always feel that way, Elliot, for you deserve nothing but happiness.

    Suddenly, another person opened the door and made his way into the room. It was Walter.

    "Lady Isabella, the carriage is ready for us." Walter announced solemnly. Isabella liked Walter, for he was as kind as he was serious. She can feel how much he loves her family, the years he spent serving them being proof enough. Walter has served the von Devereaux family since Duke Ambrose, Isabella''s grandfather, still lived.

    "I''m coming!" She replied as she stood up and said her goodbyes to Elliot before making her way out of Devereaux Hall, Walter right behind her.

    As she made her way down the stairs, she saw the carriage and its driver, alongside Devin, and a certain third unexpected presence waiting for her.

    I understand why Devin is here, but....

    "Leopold? What are you doing here?" Isabella''s confusion was evident as she looked up at him.

    "What am I doing here? Tagging along with you to Bellacrest, of course!" Leopold responded cheerfully. "I haven''t had a chance to stroll around it since I arrived."

    "Stroll around? Leopold, I''m not going for a stroll. I''m going to collect some dresses that my mother and I had tailored. Devin and Walter are accompanying me to carry them. I don''t think you''d find much enjoyment in joining us." Isabella explained, trying to dissuade him politely.

    "Nonsense! Simply being in your company brings me joy, dear Isabella!" Leopold retorted with a smile, his resolve unwavering. Isabella knew then there was nothing she could say to cause him to change his mind.

    "...Very well, then. Is everyone prepared to depart?" Isabella turned to the little group around her.

    "Yes, I''m ready!" Devin responded enthusiastically, eager for the outing with Isabella. It''s not everyday he gets the chance to visit the town with her.

    "I''m as prepared as ever, Lady Isabella." Walter chimed in, his tone respectful and assured.

    "Then let''s go."

    Even with Leopold around, I think some time away from the mansion will help me. I need the fresh air.

    <hr>

    It has been a few days since Leopold made his way into Bellacrest, and 12 days since Lucas arrived to live with them at Devereaux Hall.

    12 Days  wasn''t a long time, but Isabella already felt that her life had undergone a drastic change in such a short span, and the worst part was that she knew this was only the beginning. Her life as she knew it was going  to change forever.

    As the carriage rattled along the cobblestone streets of Bellacrest, Isabella sat opposite Devin, who engaged in lively conversation about the latest gossip from the town with her. Isabella couldn''t believe what the Old Bell inn owner''s daughter did.

    How scandalous! How bold! Did she really do that?! Though I can''t say I don''t admire her braveness...

    Leopold lounged comfortably beside Isabella, occasionally glancing out the window with a faint smile playing on his lips. Walter, seated across from Leopold, maintained a dignified silence.

    "So, Isabella, tell me about these dresses you''re fetching. Are they to your liking?" He inquired with a hint of amusement, his tone casual yet probing.

    Isabella shifted her gaze from Devin onto Leopold, feeling the weight of Leopold''s curiosity. "They are bespoke creations¡ªmother and I have put considerable thought into their design." She replied, keeping her response brief.

    "They''re quite exquisite, from what I''ve heard!" Devin added. "Lady Isabella looks stunning in anything, isn''t that right, Walter?"

    Walter, ever composed, nodded politely. "Indeed, Devin. Lady Isabella has impeccable taste."

    Leopold raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Isabella. "Impeccable taste, you say? I look forward to seeing these dresses, then."

    "...I''m sorry, you came all the way from Cheveralie Academy, and here we are talking to you about dresses. I imagine you don''t find this very interesting." Isabella apologized, feeling a little guilt.

    "Oh no, not at all. I''d rather hear about dresses than go through another math lecture!" Leopold joked. "Truly, I''m so glad I get to be away from that place for a bit."

    "Is it... that bad?" Isabella asked, curious. To her, Cheveralie Academy was something out of reach, something meant for boys, and yet here was someone who had been there who could tell her all about it.

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    "It''s a lot more complicated than you''d imagine, I can tell you that, haha!"

    I see... It is Elliot''s dream to go to that place, so I can''t say I like the way Leopold is wording it.

    <hr>

    Shortly after, the carriage came to a gentle halt outside the tailor''s shop, and Walter opened the door with practiced grace. "We have arrived, Lady Isabella." He announced quietly as he helped her come down.

    "Thank you." She thanked him with a gracious smile, always touched by his gentlemanly manners. It made Isabella a little sad whenever she thought how Walter didn''t have a wife as she knew without a shadow of a doubt he''d treat her very well.

    "Okay... Devin, Leopold, please wait here for a moment. Lady Isabella and I will inspect the dresses and call for you when it''s time to bring them out." Walter explained.

    "It should only take a minute!" Isabella added before she and Walter stepped into the shop, leaving Devin and Leopold alone in the carriage.

    <hr>

    Inside the shop, the air was filled with the scent of freshly dyed fabrics, and what beautiful fabrics they were. Isabella glanced around, taking in the rows of beautifully crafted garments displayed on mannequins and racks. It seemed there weren''t that many customers at this time of the day, and yet the few that were there turned to look at Isabella the second she entered.

    "Is that...?"

    "It must be! The Duke''s....!"

    Two women whispered in the corner as Isabella awkwardly smiled at them. For better or worst, she is very recognizable around Bellacrest. It felt like both a blessing and a curse to Isabella.

    Walter led her to a corner where their commissioned dresses awaited, each one meticulously draped over a padded hanger.

    "These are the ones, Lady Isabella." Walter said softly, stepping back to allow her a closer inspection.

    Isabella ran her fingers over the fine silk and intricate lace, admiring the craftsmanship. "They''re lovely, Walter. Mother will be pleased." She remarked with a hint of relief.

    These turned out even better than I had imagined!

    As she continued to examine the dresses, the shopkeeper lady approached, bowing slightly. "Lady Isabella, it''s an honor to have you here. If there''s anything else you need or any adjustments you''d like made, please let us know."

    "No, thank you." Isabella replied politely. "These are perfect."

    <hr>

    Meanwhile outside, back in the carriage, Devin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, stealing occasional glances at Leopold, who leaned back with a nonchalant air. The silence was too much.

    "Hmm, boy, your face looks familiar for some reason..." Leopold broke the silence.

    "Huh? My face?" Devin let out, confused. "Perhaps you saw me once or twice on one of your visits to Devereaux Hall, Master Leopold. My sister and I have always served the Devereaux family."

    "Sister? Ohhhh, I see. Now I know why you looked familiar, you really do look like that woman." Leopold remarked, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

    Devin''s brow furrowed in confusion. "You know Clarisse, my sister?"

    "Why yes, I know her very well." Leopold repeated, his voice low and husky. "I''m intimately acquainted with her. You could even say we''re... friends."

    "Friends? But she never mentioned you to me, and she tells me everything." Devin added, not getting any less confused, which caused Leopold to let out a small laugh.

    "It''s a shame you''re a boy, or I''m sure we''d had been ''friends'' by now as well. The boys at Cheveralie Academy were pleasant enough, but I have been finding myself craving a certain... female touch lately."

    Before Devin could process what Leopold was even talking about, Walter showed up.

    "Devin, come! I need you to help me carry the dresses!"

    "C-Coming!" He responded, dashing out of the carriage. He didn''t understand what Leopold was talking about, and part of him thought it was for the best. He didn''t want to think about it. He didn''t want to acknowledge what Leopold was hinting at. He wanted to bury this conversation deep in his mind.

    Shortly after, Walter and Devin carefully placed the dresses in the carriage, ensuring they were secure. As Isabella climbed in with Devin help, she glanced back at the shop one last time before the carriage  started moving once more.

    The ride back was a lot more silent, though Isabella could feel that Leopold kept looking at her all the way back into Devereaux Hall.

    <hr>

    Shortly later that day, in Isabella''s room at Devereaux Hall.

    Isabella stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. The new dress was a masterpiece, and the maids had expertly helped her into it. Made of the finest silk, it was a delicate shade of lavender that complemented her fair skin and brought out the vibrant green of her eyes. The intricate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves added an elegant touch, while the fitted bodice and flowing skirt gave her an air of grace and sophistication. Her long, blonde hair was swept to one side in soft waves, cascading over her shoulder.

    "Lady Isabella, you look absolutely stunning!" One of the maids said, stepping back to admire their handiwork.

    "Thank you..." Isabella replied with a warm smile.

    Just then, there was a knock at the door. The maids exchanged glances before one of them moved to open it. Standing there was Leopold, a charming smile on his charming face playing on his lips. The maid who opened the door couldn''t help but blush.

    "Leopold?" Isabella said, surprised. "What brings you here?"

    "I heard you were trying on your new dress." He replied, stepping into the room. "I couldn''t resist seeing it for myself."

    "I-I see..." Was all Isabella said in return.

    I suppose I should have seen this one coming, and here I was hoping to show mother first.

    The maids quickly curtsied and excused themselves, leaving Isabella and Leopold alone.

    Isabella felt a bit uneasy under Leopold''s gaze, but she maintained her composure. "So, what do you think?" She asked, gesturing to the dress.

    "You look breathtaking, Isabella." Leopold said, his eyes lingering on her a moment longer than she was comfortable with. "The dress suits you perfectly."

    "Thank you." Isabella replied, trying to keep her tone polite. "I''m glad you think so."

    Leopold walked closer, examining the delicate lacework. "The craftsmanship is exceptional. Your taste is impeccable, as always."

    Isabella nodded, stepping back slightly to create some distance between them. "Yes, the tailor did a wonderful job. Mother will be pleased."

    Leopold''s expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious. "Isabella, there''s something I wanted to discuss with you."

    "Oh? And what might that be?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

    Though deep down I have a feeling I know what he wants to talk about...

    Leopold hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "Isabella, how do you feel about your new brother, Lucas?"

    "H-Huh? Lucas?" Isabella stammered, caught off guard.

    "Yes, Lucas. His presence here is quite intriguing, don''t you think?"

    "I... I suppose? We were all blindsided, really." Isabella replied, recalling the day her father, the Duke, announced the sudden news. "But... I''m glad he''s here now."

    "Oh? Are you?" Leopold''s voice took on a more probing tone. "Aren''t you a little worried about what his presence means for Elliot, the brother who loves you so much? A bit too much, if you ask me, but that''s beside the point here."

    Isabella stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. She found it ironic how moments ago she felt on top of the world in her new dress, only for Leopold to come and dampen her spirits.

    "And not just what it means for Elliot, but also for us." Leopold continued.

    "...Us?" Isabella asked.

    Leopold stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Yes, us, my dear. " He took Isabella''s hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. "You see, if the two of us got married... Lucas will get in the way for my claim on the duchy. He would stand in the way of you and I becoming the Duke and Duchess of Tarragon."

    The duchy...

    "Leopold... Aren''t you thinking too far ahead? Do you really want to be Duke that badly?" Isabella asked, somewhat lost for words, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension.

    "Yes, I do. It is my birthright, after all." Leopold replied firmly. "It would pain me greatly to see it fall into the hands of a mere bastard. So please, Isabella, help me convince uncle to let us marry. He never gave me his blessings, but he also never outright rejected the idea. If you were to talk to him, I''m sure that would be the final push he needs." Leopold''s grey eyes bore into hers, his sincerity evident.

    "Marry you? Do you... really love me, Leopold? Or is this just about the duchy?" Isabella asked, her voice trembling slightly.

    "While I can''t deny the duchy is a significant part of it, I do love you, Isabella." Leopold admitted. "I''ve fallen for you a long time ago." His tone softened, and Isabella could sense his genuine feelings.

    Isabella''s heart and mind raced as she tried to process his words.

    "Leopold, I... I need to be alone. Please, leave me be." She spoke, her voice weak and trembling.

    I can''t think clearly right now. I don''t want to be around him.

    "Alright, I''m sorry. I came off too strong, didn''t I?" Leopold said as he let go of her hand. "I''ll see you later."

    Isabella nodded as he left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She slowly walked to her bed and laid her head on her fluffy pillow.

    Tears welled up in her eyes.

    Why is this happening? I fear the days where we were a happy family continue to slip further and further away.

    Despite feeling overwhelmed, Isabella''s thoughts then turned both onto Leopold, and also onto a certain letter she got some time ago. She couldn''t help but feel how ironic it is she got that letter alongside Leopold''s letter back then.

    I''m sure any girl will be lucky to have him as her husband, but... it doesn''t matter what I think of him or this whole matter, as my fate has already been decided.

    It was then Isabella noticed a small bird had landed on her window.

    Little bird,

    Little bird on the window,

    You fly so high.

    Little bird, will you take me with you?

 Chapter 10: Questions & Answers

    Lucas''s POV

    During the same day Isabella was out on her errand in Bellacrest, Lucas was having his lesson with Count Alistair.

    To the Count''s dismay, Lucas''s mind was too occupied to focus. He gazed out the window instead of paying attention to the Count.

    "Master Lucas, if there is something SO much more important than our lesson, don''t let me get in the way!" Alistair spoke as he adjusted his glasses, clearly irritated.

    "O-Oh! I''m sorry!" Lucas apologized, turning his gaze onto Alistair. "It''s just...."

    "Just what? Speak up."

    How do I even word this?

    "It''s about Leopold. I can''t seem to get him out of my mind." Lucas admitted, though feeling a little hesitant.

    "Leopold Augustus von Devereaux... Your cousin." Alistair nodded as he spoke. "I''ve encountered him few times in Devereaux Hall since he arrived."

    "Well, I run into him everyday! Everyday he eats meals with us, and I can''t help but feel like he''s always lookin at me, judging me. He makes me so uncomfortable." Lucas found it hard to stop talking. He knew it was a little rude to speak poorly of his own cousin, but he couldn''t help it.

    I wish he wasn''t here. I don''t like him. I don''t like how he looks down on Elliot and I, and I hate the way he looks at Isabella...

    Count Alistair sighed. "I suppose it would be more surprising if the two of you got along."

    "I wish we weren''t related! How is he even related to me exactly?" Lucas asked, hoping the Count would provide some clarity.

    If his last name is von Devereaux, then he has to be related to me through father''s side of the family, right?

    "He''s the son of your late uncle, Maximilian Alrim von Devereaux." Alistair answered simply. Lucas was taken aback, learning about a family member who had passed away was not something he was accustomed to.

    "My uncle? I had an uncle who died?" Lucas spoke, feeling a little puzzled.

    "Yes, Maximilian Alrim von Devereaux." The Count continued to explain, though he looked unhappy the topic shifted from their lesson. "He was the older brother of your father, his grace Duke Aldridge Lucian von Devereaux."

    So even my father had a brother...

    "...How did he die?" Lucas asked, hesitant to do so once again.

    "He died 16 years ago, fighting in the civil war. His wife was still pregnant with master Leopold. He never got to see his son."

    <hr>

    Count Alistair didn''t want to talk about the von Devereaux family matters anymore, and went back to their lesson. Lucas tried his best to focus and keep his mind off his family until the lesson was over.

    On his way back to his room, he allowed his thoughts to take over again.

    His father died in the civil war, I wonder how Leopold felt? I wonder how it feels to never meet your father? I suppose I know that feeling, though the difference is that my father is alive... And I most likely will meet him anytime now, even if I don''t wish too.

    Lucas felt a little bad for Leopold, but he still didn''t like him. As he was lost in his thoughts, someone suddenly embraced him from behind.

    "H-Huh?!" Lucas quickly turned his head to see who is it. "Oh... It''s you, Elliot."

    "Did I scare you? Haha!" Elliot laughed.

    "You did! Lucas replied, shaking off his somber thoughts. "What are you doing here?"

    "I was waiting for your lesson to be finally over, of course!" Elliot said with a grin. ¡°Let¡¯s go outside. It¡¯s such a nice day, and I¡¯ve been cooped up inside all morning!"

    "Oh? Are you feeling bored again?"

    "Yes! Isabella is out on some errand, and mother is busy!" Elliot explained as he freed Lucas from his embrace.

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    Typical Elliot, I hope you never change.

    Lucas smiled, feeling his spirits lift. "Alright, let¡¯s go."

    The two boys made their way to the gardens, where the sun cast a warm glow over the lush greenery. They ran through the flower beds, chasing each other and laughing, the tension from earlier fading away.

    "Catch me if you can!" Elliot shouted, darting behind a tall rose bush.

    "Oh, you''re on!" Lucas responded, sprinting after him.

    The garden was their playground, and for a while, for a minute in time, they forgot about the complexities of their lives.

    Lucas ran after Elliot, his laughter blending with the rustling leaves and chirping birds. Elliot was quick and nimble, darting around like a butterfly, his movements graceful and light.

    Elliot, you''re like a butterfly, always out of reach but so beautiful to watch.

    Lucas tried to match Elliot¡¯s pace, weaving through the rose bushes and overgrown hedges, his heart pounding with the thrill of the chase.

    "Almost got you!" Lucas called out, his fingers brushing the edge of Elliot¡¯s shirt.

    "Not yet!" Elliot laughed, spinning around and darting off in another direction, his laughter echoing through the garden.

    You''re like a butterfly, Elliot, my little butterfly. You can always put a smile on my face, do you know that?

    Lucas pushed himself harder, his determination growing. The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, creating a magical atmosphere around them. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, adding to the enchantment of the moment.

    With one final burst of speed, Lucas lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Elliot in a triumphant hug. They both tumbled to the ground, laughing and breathless.

    "Alright, alright, you got me!" Elliot conceded, still laughing. "You¡¯re pretty fast, Lucas."

    "You¡¯re faster." Lucas replied, his heart full of warmth.

    They lay on the grass, staring up at the sky, their laughter fading into comfortable silence. The clouds drifted lazily overhead, and the world seemed to pause, allowing them to savor this perfect moment.

    "Lucas..." Elliot said softly, turning his head to look at his brother. "I''m really glad you''re here, you have no idea... You see, I think my biggest fear in life is being alone, I don''t think I''d be able to handle it."

    Elliot... Where is this coming from?

    "I''m glad I''m here too now, and don''t worry, I won''t be going anywhere!" Lucas spoke, also turning his gaze towards Elliot. "So you can put your fears of being alone behind."

    "Truly? Do you really mean it?" Elliot asked, his green eyes searching Lucas''s face with earnestness.

    Lucas could see the genuine worry in Elliot''s eyes, and he reached out, squeezing his brother''s hand reassuringly. "I mean it, Elliot. We''ll always have each other."

    Just promise me you won''t ever go away either, Elliot. You''re like a butterfly, near and radiant, yet always at risk of fluttering out of reach.

    Elliot''s face brightened with a relieved smile, and he squeezed Lucas''s hand back. "T-Thank you, Lucas! That means a lot to me."

    Lucas smiled back. He didn''t know it, but his smile really did warm Elliot''s heart.

    "Oh, and don''t mention to mother that I''ve played around today, alright? She really doesn''t want me pushing myself these days, haha."

    <hr>

    Later that day, as Lucas was heading to the library, the book ''Tears of Layla'' in his hand, he encountered none other than Duchess Seraphina. He wanted to spend some of his free time reading this book, but running into the Duchess put him out of the mood.

    "...H-Hello, your grace." He greeted, though she didn''t look so impressed.

    He hadn¡¯t had much time to think about the Duchess in the past few days, thanks to Leopold¡¯s presence. But now, as he stood beside her, he remembered the questions that had been plaguing him.

    "A book by Ajlos Beregi? I didn''t expect someone with your background to be interested in such a work." she remarked, barely acknowledging Lucas''s presence.

    So what? If one grew up in a small village, they can''t be into poetry?

    Lucas didn''t voice these thoughts, however. He instead had another question on his mind, though he wasn''t sure how to voice it.

    Lucas hesitated, then took a deep breath. He knew he might not get another chance to talk with her one on one like this. "Duchess Seraphina, how do you know about my mother?"

    The Duchess¡¯s expression darkened. "That is not something you need to concern yourself with."

    "...But I want to know."" Lucas insisted. "Please, tell me. Who was she to you? How would someone like you know about mother?"

    It makes me feel uneasy to think there is a side to my own mother that I don''t know about.

    "How I know of her? You silly boy, have you forgotten that your existence means she slept with my husband? How would I not know of her?" Seraphina''s voice was sharp with irritation.

    Lucas bristled at the Duchess''s tone, but he knew what she spoke had to be true. His mother, as much as he hates to think about it, did sleep with the Duke, his father.

    "But is that all there is to it?" Lucas asked once more, determined to uncover the full truth.

    For a moment, the Duchess looked almost pained. "Your late mother, Iliana, she was my¡­" She stopped herself, her lips pressing into a thin line.

    "...Your what? What is she to you?!" Lucas raised his voice, his heart beating faster and faster.

    What am I to you?!

    "...Control yourself! Who do you think you''re speaking too?!" The Duchess snapped, her composure cracking. "You have no right to demand answers from me!"

    "But I deserve to know!" Lucas insisted, his voice trembling with frustration. "You owe me that much!"

    "You deserve NOTHING!! I owe you nothing!" Seraphina retorted, her voice cutting through the air. "You are nothing but a reminder of betrayal and pain! I can''t stand to look at you!"

    The harsh words stung Lucas, leaving him speechless with a lump in his throat.

    "...You are better off not knowing, anyway." With saying that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Lucas standing there, his questions unanswered and his heart heavy with confusion and hurt.

    As the Duchess''s figure disappeared down the corridor, Lucas felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. The truth remained just out of reach, and the mysteries of his mother''s past continued to haunt him.

    There was a lot he still needs to learn, both about his family, and himself. He was sure of that.

 Chapter 11: A Demon

    Leopold''s POV

    Dear Mother,

    I hope you''ve been taking good care of yourself and that you''re in good health, word has reached me how pregnancy is troubling you. Know that I''m always praying for you.

    I send you this letter to inform you that I''ll be taking a short leave from Cheveralie Academy and heading towards Bellacrest.

    I''ll be staying there to meet you know who. It''s still unbelievable to me that Uncle brought his bastard into Devereaux Hall¡ªI need to see it with my own eyes to believe it.

    Rest assured, dear Mother, the Duchy will be mine. You will walk in the gardens of Devereaux Hall once more, where you rightfully belong.

    - Leopold Augustus von Devereaux

    A letter written to Leopold''s mother on the day he set out towards Bellacrest.

    <hr>

    The next day, early in the morning, in Leopold''s room. The soft light of dawn came in through the windows, bathing the room.

    Leopold lay in bed, enveloped in the warmth and comfort of the silken sheets. He relished the luxury of not having to rise early and ready himself for classes, especially after the pleasures of the night before.

    Cheveralie Academy doesn''t have such comfortable beds, that''s for sure.

    He turned to his right, his gaze falling on the figure beside him. A woman lay next to him, her delicate features softened by sleep. She''s older than him, but as she slept peacefully, she appeared as if she could be his age.

    "Clarisse? Are you awake?" He asked, his voice soft.

    Slowly, Clarisse opened her eyes. "...Yes, Master Leopold?" She asked, her purple eyes looking at him.

    Leopold''s smirk grew as he shifted beside her, both of them lying bare under the silken sheets. "We had fun last night, didn''t we?" He asked, a small smirk on his face.

    Clarisse didn''t respond, her eyes lingering on him with a hint of something more serious. Leopold could sense her hesitation, the unspoken distance between them despite their physical closeness.

    "Come on, you can''t tell me you didn''t enjoy it." Leopold continued, a playful edge to his voice. "If anything, you''re lucky."

    "Lucky?" Clarisse echoed, her voice steady yet laced with emotion. "I don''t feel very lucky. I feel... robbed."

    "Robbed?" He repeated, a note of curiosity in his tone. "How so?"

    "Yes. I... I really love this place, but now I fear that now I''ll always think of you when I''m here. You''ll be tied to it forever, and I don''t know if that''s something I want." Clarisse tried to explain her feelings.

    Leopold gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering against her skin. "And is that such a terrible thing?" He asked, his voice softer now, probing.

    Clarisse hesitated, her gaze locked with his. She didn''t want to admit it, but Leopold was very strikingly handsome. She''s sure many maids in Devereaux Hall wouldn''t mind being in her place right now if they could, sharing the bed with him, having him whisper sweet nothings in their ear.

    "This place...is like my home. I don''t want it tainted, I don''t want it destroyed." Clarisse admitted, her voice laced with a quiet determination. "You really remind me of that demon. You suddenly show up and changed everything, just like he did."

    "Oh, the demon that destroyed your village, right? You told me that story last night here on this very bed." Leopold spoke, his tone was light, almost teasing. "I''m sure I''m much more handsome though."

    "You are, I''ll give you that." Clarisse gave him a small smile.

    A demon, huh? I suppose it is fitting, maybe I am a demon. Sometimes I get so frustrated and angry, I scare myself.

    But it really is most frustrating having to fight for something which should have rightfully belonged to me.

    If only that war didn''t happen.

    If only father didn''t-

    The Tarragon Duchy belongs to me. Not to Elliot, not to Lucas, and not even to Duke Aldridge...

    "You know, you really are something special. I never thought a mere maid will ever call me a demon to my face." Leopold said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It takes a lot of guts."

    "Special? Me?" Clarisse scoffed softly, her eyes narrowing. "Please, Master Leopold, I''m sure I''m not the first woman you''ve said that to."

    Leopold didn''t bother denying it. Instead, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, his breath warm against her lips. Without hesitation, he pressed his mouth to hers, and she responded in kind, returning the kiss.

    Clarisse didn''t like him, and she hated having to keep this a secret from her brother Devin, but part of her went along with it anyway. Her home has been tainted and destroyed once more, so resisting seemed futile, like trying to fight against a relentless tide.

    And he really wasn''t bad to look at, as much as Clarisse didn''t want to admit it. If a demon was going to destroy that which she calls a home again, at least this time it was one easy on the eyes.

    <hr>

    Few hours later, after breakfast, Leopold found himself having tea time with Isabella, Lucas, and Elliott. The Devereaux Hall''s head chef got his hands on tea leaves from Quintarra Lands to the east of the Kingdom.

    Duchess Seraphina was invited, but passed the chance to go handle other matters. Leopold didn''t complain, he wasn''t the biggest fan of that woman, he only wished certain two others sitting around the round table also didn''t show up. This would had been a great chance for him to have some more alone time with Isabella.

    Leopold took a sip out of his tea cup.

    "Goodness is that delicious! Nothing beats tea from the Quintarra Lands!"

    As Leopold praised the tea, Isabella took a delicate sip from her cup, her eyes lighting up with appreciation. "I have to agree, Leopold. The flavor is so rich and unique, there¡¯s something about the Quintarra blend that you just can¡¯t find anywhere else."

    I need to ask the chef if he has some extra I can maybe send to mother.

    Elliot, seated beside Lucas, watched Isabella with a small smile. He loved seeing her happy, especially during what feels like rare moments of peace as of late.

    Lucas, however, was more focused on Leopold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the way Leopold¡¯s gaze lingered on Isabella.

    "I must say, Isabella," Leopold continued, his tone light and charming. "This tea suits you. Refined, elegant... much like yourself." He flashed a grin, clearly pleased with his own words.

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    Isabella gave a polite smile, but there was a hint of unease in her expression that only Elliot and Lucas could catch. "Thank you, Leopold. You¡¯re too kind."

    Lucas and Elliot exchanged a quick glance, both of them picking up on Leopold¡¯s thinly veiled flirtation. Lucas shifted uncomfortably in his seat, while Elliot¡¯s fingers tightened slightly around his teacup.

    Leopold, fully aware of the tension he was causing, allowed himself a moment of silent amusement. He could see how both of them were on edge, clearly not pleased with the attention he was giving Isabella. It was almost comical in a way.

    Leopold¡¯s smile grew a touch sharper as he turned his attention to Lucas. "So, Lucas," He began, his voice smooth. "Tell me... where exactly do you come from? You seem a bit out of place in a grand estate like this."

    Lucas stiffened, feeling the subtle jab in Leopold''s words. "I''m from a village called Fern Hollow, far to the south of the Kingdom..." he replied, keeping his tone even despite the discomfort Leopold¡¯s question stirred in him.

    "Fern Hollow?" Leopold echoed, raising an eyebrow. "A quaint little village, I''m sure. It must be quite a change to come from such a... humble place to somewhere like Devereaux Hall. I imagine the simplicity of village life doesn¡¯t quite prepare one for all... this."

    I knew it, he gave off such vibes. Truly what is Uncle thinking? A simple peasant like him has no place here.

    Elliot frowned, clearly annoyed by Leopold¡¯s condescending tone. "Lucas has been adapting just fine!" He interjected, his voice firmer than usual.

    Leopold¡¯s smile widened, though there was little warmth in it. "Oh, I¡¯m sure he has, Elliot. It¡¯s just... well, life in a village must be so different, almost unimaginable for those of us used to more refined surroundings. I¡¯m just curious how one adjusts."

    Isabella, sensing the rising tension, placed her teacup down gently. "G-Guys, what matters is that Lucas is trying his best since coming here..." She said,  trying to keep her voice calm. "I''m sure sooner or later he''ll get used to this place."

    Lucas couldn''t help but feel a surge of warmth at Isabella¡¯s defense.

    Hmmmm, so even Isabella is sticking up for him. Elliot is one thing, but that boy is another. I''ll have to make sure I hold a bigger place in Isabella''s heart.

    Though by looking at him... I can tell she has a place in his heart already. How amusing.

    "So... Leopold," Elliot began, his tone deceptively light. "How are you finding your stay at Devereaux Hall? I imagine you must miss Cheveralie Academy." Elliot tried to steer the conversation away from Lucas, but part of him was also truly curious about the Academy.

    Leopold leaned back in his chair, looking entirely at ease. "Devereaux Hall is impressive, no doubt. Of course there are certain things that I miss about Cheveralie, though the company here," He added, his eyes flicking to Isabella. "Does make up for some of the difference." Isabella couldn''t help but blush a little as she stared back at Leopold.

    Elliot rolled his eyes subtly, while Lucas clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to say something.

    The tea time continued, the undercurrents of tension never fully subsiding.

    Isabella remained polite, but Lucas could see the small signs of discomfort, the way her hands fidgeted slightly or the way her smile didn¡¯t quite reach her eyes. Part of her wished she didn''t show up just like her mother did.

    Leopold set his teacup down and leaned back in his chair, his gaze resting on Isabella. "Isabella, how about we take a walk around Devereaux Hall? It would be a shame not to take advantage of such a lovely day."

    Isabella hesitated, glancing briefly at Lucas and Elliot. She could sense their unease,  but Leopold¡¯s charm was hard to resist, and there was something about the way he spoke that drew her in.

    "A walk does sound nice." Isabella replied, trying to maintain her composure.

    Leopold smiled, pleased with her response. He stood up, extending his hand to her. "Shall we then?"

    Isabella took his hand, rising from her seat. Lucas and Elliot exchanged another glance, neither of them thrilled about the situation.

    "Enjoy your walk..." Elliot said, his tone a bit more curt than he intended.

    Leopold noticed the subtle tension but chose to ignore it, leading Isabella out of the room.

    "I really don¡¯t like him." Lucas muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

    Elliot nodded in agreement, his usual cheerfulness dampened. "Neither do I... He''s taking Isabella away, away from me..."

    There was silence in the room. Lucas didn''t say anything, but deep down he knew all too well how Elliot felt, as he himself was in a very similar position at some point in time.

    <hr>

    As Isabella and Leopold walked through the grand halls of Devereaux Hall, Leopold made light conversation, pointing out various portraits and artifacts with a casual air. Isabella responded politely, but her mind kept drifting back to Lucas and Elliot, wondering if she should have stayed with them instead.

    Eventually, they reached a door. "This is the Harmonic Chamber, do you want to go in?" Isabella asked.

    "Sure!" Leopold responded as he began to open the door. He''s only been to this special place once or twice, and it was when he was young, too young to remember much of it.

    As Leopold stepped inside, his eyes widened at the sight of the grand piano that dominated the room. The chamber was elegant, with tall windows that allowed streams of sunlight to spill onto the polished wooden floors. The walls were adorned with delicate tapestries, and the air carried a faint, lingering note of music, as if the room itself held onto the echoes of past performances.

    A piano, huh? It reminds me of a certain someone from Cheveralie...

    "Would you play something for me?" Leopold asked, his voice smooth as silk. "I''ve heard you''re quite talented."

    I remember hearing once she had a piano teacher, I''ve been curious ever since.

    "I don¡¯t know... I haven''t been practicing my playing that often lately."  Isabella hesitated, her fingers brushing against the keys.

    Leopold leaned against the piano, watching her closely. "I''d consider it an honor. Besides, music is meant to be shared, don¡¯t you think?"

    Isabella finally nodded, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. She sat down on the piano bench, her fingers gently touching the keys. After a moment''s pause, she began to play. The music filled the room, each note delicate and precise, as if she was pouring her emotions into the melody.

    In the quiet morning light, in this special room within the vastness of Devereaux Hall, it was just the two of them.

    Time seemed to stretch and still, as Leopold watched Isabella, feeling as though this moment could last forever.

    Leopold admired the way her fingers danced across the keys, her concentration evident in every movement. But as he listened, his thoughts wandered. Isabella was captivating, that much was certain.

    Having her by my side as I rule the Duchy... What a wonderful ending that would be...

    As if on cue, the door to the Harmonic Chamber slowly creaked open, and Devin entered. His eyes immediately found Isabella, lingering just a little too long as she played. He was clearly surprised to see her and Leopold here.

    That boy, Clarisse''s younger brother... Is he also...?

    Leopold''s eyes flicked to Devin, a smirk forming on his lips. It was clear as day¡ªjust like Lucas and Elliot, this boy was completely taken by Isabella. It amused him, the way she seemed to draw everyone in, almost without trying.

    "Ah, Devin, was it?" Leopold asked, his tone laced with an undercurrent of mockery. "Just what are you doing here?"

    Isabella, now sensing another presence, stopped playing and turned to see Devin standing in the doorway, curiosity in her eyes as well.

    "O-Oh! My bad! I¡¯m sorry!" Devin stammered, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I heard the piano and came to see who was playing. I didn¡¯t mean to intrude."

    Isabella offered a gentle, warm smile. "It¡¯s okay, Devin. You can stay if you like."

    Leopold''s eyes narrowed slightly as he resisted the urge to roll them. He had hoped for some time alone with Isabella.

    Part of Devin wanted to take the offer and stay, but he could feel Leopold''s glares, and plus after his last conversation with Leopold in the carriage that day, Devin didn''t want to be around him.

    "Thank you, Lady Isabella, but I should go." Devin said quickly. "Besides, I already had the pleasure of hearing you play not too long ago, haha!" He added as a jab at Leopold before making his leave.

    Isabella played...the piano for him?!

    Leopold was not pleased about learning that, but he forced a smile on his face as he turned to look at Isabella.

    "Your playing was truly exquisite, Isabella." He said, his voice warm, yet his eyes flickered with something else¡ªsomething calculating.

    "You really think so? Thank you." Isabella responded, ever kind.

    Leopold studied her for a moment longer, wondering why she would play the piano for a mere servant like Devin. The thought of it irked him, but he forced his irritation aside, maintaining his charming facade.

    "Of course, Isabella. It was a pleasure to listen to you play." He said, standing up and offering a slight bow. "But I must take my leave now. I look forward to our next meeting at lunch."

    Isabella smiled politely as he left the room, unaware of the storm of thoughts brewing in his mind.

    <hr>

    As Leopold walked the corridors back to his room, his thoughts turned to Devin.

    The mere idea of Isabella playing for someone so beneath her, a servant no less! How dare he presume to share in something so intimate? Who does he think he is?!

    Leopold¡¯s annoyance sharpened into a vindictive edge, and it was then he thought of Devin¡¯s sister, Clarisse.

    Yes, I''ll have her pay me a visit in my room again and again, if only to spite him. Doesn''t hurt she''s a pretty woman as well. I''ll make sure he finds out.

    As Leopold reached the door to his room, he paused for a second.

    "Haha... Look at me being jealous." He found this situation almost amusing, it was unusual for him to care enough about a girl to feel jealousy this way.

    "Isabella, you really are one wicked girl for having four men under your spell like this, do you know that?"

    But I can''t judge you, not me, as I''m no saint. I''m... closer to being a demon, actually.

    No, maybe I''m already one.

    Leopold opened the door to his room and went in, a cold smile on his face.

    A wicked girl and a demon... We really are meant to be.

 Chapter 12: My Butterfly

    Lucas''s POV

    Mother, is that you?

    Is that you I''m seeing, floating in the sky?

    Mother, do you know? I still relive that day, the day you died.

    I¡¯m certain things wouldn''t had turned out that way if only I''d acted differently, and that thought gnaws at me. I try to push it away, but some days, it¡¯s impossible not to think about.

    Mother, do you know? He cried so much for you. Your lover. I can still picture his face, full of grief¡ªheartbroken, but also... so angry.

    Angry at me. I saw it in his eyes¡ªhatred, just like the look in your eyes now, Mother.

    Mother, do you know? I miss you, I really do.

    I doubt you''ll ever forgive me however, I did rob you of a happily ever after.

    Mother, why won''t you say anything? Ah, right, this is a dream, isn''t it?  Just a silly dream.

    If this is a dream, I can say what''s on my mind, right? Mother, you know, I miss you... But I''m so glad you never got to marry that man. I think I would have died on the inside if you did, I-

    <hr>

    "Wake up, Master Lucas!"

    "Ah?!" Lucas''s eyes flew open, startled. Clarisse was standing over him, her expression gentle yet firm.

    "Sorry, was I too rough waking you? I think Devin''s bad habits are rubbing off on me."

    "...N-No, it''s fine. I was just having a dream, Clarisse." Lucas mumbled as he slowly pushed himself up from the soft bed sheets. It really was a comfortable bed.

    "A dream? Might I ask what it''s about? You did look like you were having a nightmare."

    "I... I can''t remember." Lucas answered as he ran his hand through his tousled blond hair.

    What WAS I dreaming about? It wasn''t a good dream, I''m sure of that.

    "I see." Clarisse¡¯s voice was calm as she smoothly shifted the topic. "Some of the male servants will be here soon to help you dress."

    "I can dress by myself Clarisse, really." Lucas insisted.

    Lucas has now been here in Devereaux Hall for about 15 days, over two weeks, and he has still yet to get used to this part¡ªhaving people help him with something as basic as getting dressed. It wasn¡¯t embarrassment so much as the feeling of being treated like a helpless child.

    But Clarisse was having none of it, and Lucas knew better than to argue with her.

    "I''ll be taking my leave now, Master Lucas." Clarisse said to a defeated looking Lucas as she turned towards the door. "I have duties I need to attend too. Is there anything you need from me?"

    "No, but... are you alright, Clarisse?" Lucas asked, concern flickering across his face. "I feel you haven¡¯t seemed well these past few days."

    Clarisse appeared shocked for a second, a contrast of her usually calm and collected face.

    I wonder if something is troubling her? Maybe I can help her?

    "I''m... I''m fine, Master Lucas," She replied, quickly regaining her poise. "There¡¯s no need for you to have concern over someone like me."

    "...If you say so."

    Lucas wasn''t sure how to respond. He understands well that as the son of a Duke, he shouldn''t take a special interest in a maid who serves his family, but Clarisse has been one of the first servants he met since he came to this crazy place, so he couldn''t help it really.

    He did, however, have much on his mind besides Clarisse.

    <hr>

    Later on that day, during a lesson with Count Alistair, Lucas made sure to ask him something he was most curious about.

    "Count Alistair, might I ask you something?" Lucas spoke, his voice steady but curious. "Would you be willing to tell me more about the civil war that took place 16 years ago?"

    The Count paused, visibly taken aback by the sudden inquiry.

    "Are you curious about it? How so?" Alistair asked as he adjusted his glasses, he regarded Lucas with a mix of surprise and caution.

    "Well, my uncle, Leopold''s father, did die in it." Lucas answered honestly. "I can''t help but be curious."

    A sigh escaped the Count as he leaned back, clearly displeased with himself. "Hmm, I really messed up by telling you about that, huh?" Alistair didn''t look happy. "But alright, I don''t mind answering any questions you have about the war."

    Finally, my chance to learn more about it!

    "Then... My first question: How did it start? What was the reason behind it?" Lucas asked, his heart pounding in anticipation.

    Alistair folded his hands before him. "Master Lucas, do you recall what I told you? The war began shortly after King Alaric von Valtoria III ascended the throne, barely a few months in."

    Lucas nodded.

    "To put it plainly, it was a war for the throne." Alistair¡¯s voice grew colder, more distant. Lucas felt his heart drop as the Count answered. "A usurpation."

    Usurpation...?

    " King Alaric von Valtoria III''s younger brother, Prince Maelvon, started the war."  Alistair continued. "The god forsaken prince wanted the throne from his brother, and he was ready to kill for it."

    "...The King''s brother started the war? For the throne?" Lucas repeated, his disbelief evident in his voice.

    "That¡¯s right," Alistair confirmed grimly. "The civil war divided the Kingdom in two. The Tarragon Duchy to the north and Tedia Duchy to the south of the Kingdom stood with the King. Meanwhile, the Iangla Duchy to the west of the Kingdom sided with the Prince. A bloody war followed, and it¡¯s during that conflict that your late uncle, Master Maximilian von Devereaux, lost his life in battle."

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    Lucas took a minute to process all he was told.

    "...Why did...The Iangla Duchy side with the Prince? Why would they betray the King?" Lucas asked another question quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

    Why would they betray the King? Why would Prince Maelvon betray his own brother? Families are suppose to stick together, right?

    "Prince Maelvon was married to the daughter of the Duke of Iangla at the time, so they had an alliance. If they could get his majesty, King Alaric, off the throne, they would assure the Prince sits on it instead. Any children the Prince has then would be related to the ruling family of Iangla Duchy. It was too good of a deal for the foolish Duke to pass up."

    "Oh... So that''s why..." Lucas murmured, the logic bitter in his mouth.

    Is this what it means to be a noble?

    "But in the end, it was the King¡¯s forces that triumphed," Alistair continued, his eyes drifting toward the clear blue sky outside the window. "I still remember the day we won. It was joyous¡ªan end to the bloodshed. Even my own father fought in that war."

    "And what... what happened to those who sided with the Prince?" Lucas hesitated to ask, sensing he might not want the answer.

    Alistair¡¯s gaze grew heavy. "They were dealt with, as traitors are. Every noble who supported the Prince was executed. The King made sure of it."

    Executed?!

    Lucas¡¯s stomach turned at the thought, he found it hard to imagine such an event took place. He found it hard to imagine had he been a few decades older, he might had lived through such an event and experienced it first hand.

    "I''m scared to ask, but... What about Prince Maelvon? What happened to the Prince who betrayed his brother?"

    Alistair turned his gaze from the window to look at Lucas.

    "He, too, was executed. In the most brutal fashion there is, might I add. An execution fitting for a traitor."

    Silence filled the room, thick and suffocating. Lucas didn¡¯t ask any more questions. He had learned the truth about the civil war, but he wished¡ªdeep in his heart¡ªthat he could somehow unhear it.

    <hr>

    Soon after the lesson was over, Lucas found himself wondering around Devereaux Hall aimlessly, with no destination in mind. He had too much to think about.

    A Prince who betrayed the King...

    A brother who betrayed his own brother...All for the throne.

    I wonder, in this tale that is my life, which one am I? Am I the King? Or am I the Prince?

    Elliot, oh Elliot...

    As if summoned by his thoughts, Elliot¡¯s cheerful voice rang out.

    "There you are, Lucas!!"

    Lucas turned to see Elliot sprinting towards him, a bright smile on his face.

    "Elliot..."

    "There you are! Where were you?! I kept waiting for your lesson to be over, only to learn it has been over for ages, and that you left already!" Elliot spoke as he tried to catch his breath, he was struggling, but the grin never left his face.

    "...Did you need something? Did something happen?" Lucas asked, finding it hard to force a smile.

    "Hm? No, haha. I just wanted us to play together again, silly!" Elliot smiled, a warm smile that could light the room. The kind of smile that could melt any frozen heart.

    Why, Elliot? Why are you so nice? Shouldn''t you want me dead instead?

    ¡°I don¡¯t think I¡¯m in the mood to play today, Elliot. I¡¯m sorry.¡± Lucas said, his voice heavy with the weight of emotions he was trying to bury.

    ¡°Aww, how lame! But I get it. Count Alistair must¡¯ve been really tough today with his lesson, huh? I wouldn¡¯t be in the mood for playing either!¡± Elliot chuckled, his bright eyes filled with understanding.

    "Yeah... I suppose you could say that happened." Was all Lucas said.

    Elliot¡¯s playful grin faded, replaced by concern. "Are you okay? You seem a little off, Lucas." He asked, noticing Lucas''s behavior.

    "Elliot... You really are a kind boy, you know that?" Lucas¡¯s gaze softened as he gazed at Elliot''s  green eyes.

    You are a butterfly, Elliot.

    A beautiful, golden butterfly only few are blessed enough to be able to lay eyes on.

    "Haha, I know! My mom always taught me to be kind to others, so I try my best!" Elliot laughed, a light-hearted sound that almost made Lucas¡¯s heart ache. "Where is this coming from?"

    "Elliot, are you really... Glad I''m here? Truly?" Lucas asked, he just had to know.

    Elliot blinked in confusion.

    "Did I make you feel like I don''t think I''m glad you''re here?" Elliot answered with a question. Lucas could see that his brother was confused.

    "N-No, not at all! Not at all!" Lucas quickly reassured him.

    "Then... Huh?" Elliot''s gaze went someplace behind Lucas.

    Lucas turned to see what had caught his brother¡¯s attention. There, walking together and chatting like they didn¡¯t have a care in the world, were Leopold and Isabella.

    "Really? You did that?" Isabella asked Leopold, a smile on her pretty face.

    "Yes, and then after that I had to sneak out without anyone seeing me! Haha!" Leopold talked to her, both of them laughing, not noticing the stares of Lucas and Elliot.

    They look so happy, as if they were in their own little world for a second.

    Lucas felt something tighten in his chest. This feeling was all too familiar to him.

    This is how I felt whenever I saw dear mother and that man together... I hated it then, and I hate it now.

    I don''t want Leopold to see Isabella''s beautiful smile. I don¡¯t want anyone else but me to see that smile.

    Suddenly, Elliot bolted in the opposite direction, tearing Lucas from his spiraling thoughts.

    "Elliot?! Wait!" Lucas called out, chasing after his brother, the echo of his steps drowning out the laughter behind him.

    <hr>

    Lucas sprinted after Elliot, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the grand hallways. His heart raced, not just from the physical exertion, but from the suddenness of it all.

    "Elliot! Stop!" Lucas shouted, his voice desperate as he closed the distance.

    He can be really fast!

    But Elliot didn¡¯t stop. He ran faster, as if something was chasing him. Lucas pushed himself harder, finally catching sight of Elliot darting into one of the side corridors, disappearing around a corner.

    When Lucas finally turned the corner, he found Elliot standing with his back to him, his shoulders shaking.

    "Elliot..." Lucas approached cautiously, his breath ragged. "Why did you run like that?"

    Elliot didn¡¯t respond at first. Instead, his trembling grew worse, and Lucas could hear the soft sound of sobbing.

    "Elliot?" Lucas took another step forward, his voice softer now. "What¡¯s wrong?"

    I know what''s wrong, Elliot, I know...

    Finally, Elliot turned around, tears streaming down his face. His usual cheerful demeanor was nowhere to be found. His eyes, red and puffy, were filled with a kind of pain Lucas had never seen before.

    "It... it hurts so much, Lucas..." Elliot''s voice was choked with sobs. "Seeing her like that... with him... it hurts so much!"

    Lucas¡¯s heart twisted. He knew exactly what Elliot was feeling. The jealousy, the loneliness, the aching emptiness. He knew it all too well.

    "Elliot..." Lucas whispered, unsure of what to say.

    "I feel like she''s leaving me behind...I knew this day would come..." Elliot continued, his voice breaking. "Isabella... She¡¯s always with Leopold these days, always laughing with him. I hate it! I hate seeing her smile at him like that!"

    Elliot¡¯s hands balled into fists as more tears poured down his cheeks. "I don¡¯t want her to smile at anyone else, Lucas. I want her to smile at me! Only me!"

    Lucas stood frozen, the weight of Elliot¡¯s words sinking deep into his heart. It was the same pain that had plagued him every time his mother had smiled at her lover. The same jealousy, the same fear of being left behind.

    We really are alike, us two...

    My butterfly.

    My tragic, golden butterfly.

    "I... I feel so alone, Lucas..." Elliot sobbed, collapsing to his knees. "If only I wasn''t so..." The boy didn''t finish his sentence, leaving Lucas wondering what he was about to say.

    Lucas knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder, his own heart aching.

    "Y-You¡¯re not alone, Elliot," Lucas said, his voice firm despite the storm of emotions inside him. "You¡¯ll never be alone. I promise. I''ll always be here for you."

    But before Elliot could respond, his eyes fluttered. His body swayed, and suddenly, his legs gave out from under him.

    "Elliot!" Lucas shouted, catching him just in time before he hit the floor.

    "Elliot? Elliot!" Panic surged through Lucas as he cradled his unconscious brother in his arms. "Elliot, wake up!"

    Terror gripped him as he shook Elliot gently, but there was no response. His brother''s face was pale, his breathing shallow.

    His heart pounded in his chest, each second feeling like an eternity as he waited, desperately hoping someone would come. He held onto Elliot tightly, fear gripping him as his brother¡¯s limp form lay motionless in his arms.

    "Elliot... please... don¡¯t leave me too..." Lucas whispered, his voice cracking.

    Within moments, hurried footsteps echoed from the distance as help finally approached, but to Lucas, it felt like an eternity.

    My butterfly.

    My beautiful butterfly.

    Don''t ever leave me.

 Chapter 13: His Tragedy

    Elliot''s POV

    "Hey, did you hear? Did you hear?"

    "About what? About what?"

    "About that boy! About that blond young boy!"

    "The Duke''s son?"

    "Yes! It turns out the rumors were true!"

    "Which rumors? Which rumors?"

    "The rumors about how sickly he is, idiot! Have you been living under a rock? It''s a very hot gossip topic in the Tarragon Duchy right now!"

    "Is it? Is it? How come?"

    "Well, rumor has it he fainted during a visit to the royal family his father the Duke had taken him on! It is said the Duke was so ashamed and humiliated!"

    "Having a sickly son can''t be easy! Does that mean the future Duke of the Tarragon Duchy will be a sickly, frail man?"

    "That''s the thing! Some aren''t so sure the poor young boy will live long enough to inherit the Duchy!"

    "Oh no! I feel so bad for the Duke, what terrible luck to have a sickly heir like that!"

    "Right? Right? And imagine if he fainted here, in his father''s mistress''s house? Can you imagine the scandal? It would be all anyone talks about!"

    "You sound as if you''re hoping that would happen... And speaking of that, why did the Duke bring his kids over here? Do noblemen usually take their kids to their mistresses'' homes?"

    "Not as far as I know! Our kind Lady Kathryn must be so stressed having them here!"

    "Oh, definitely. She doesn''t need any more trouble¡ªlet''s just hope the boy doesn''t do anything that''ll cause her anymore grief!"

    - A conversation between two maids Elliot overheard by accident years ago.

    <hr>

    Darkness. That was all Elliot could perceive at first¡ªan endless void where time and sensation felt irrelevant. He couldn¡¯t think, couldn¡¯t feel; it was an empty, weightless space.

    He knew somewhere deep down that he should be afraid, but fear was impossible when there was no awareness of his body or mind.

    Gradually, however, the stillness faded, and his senses began to return. The first thing he felt was the heaviness¡ªhis body weighed down, as if invisible chains were pulling him into the bed. His mind was a thick fog, a haze of scattered, half-formed thoughts.

    So I''m alive...

    He should feel relief¡ªmaybe even joy¡ªbut for some reason, there was no happiness in knowing this. Death had always seemed sad, but Elliot wasn¡¯t entirely convinced that living would bring him much joy either.

    If I have to see my sister with HIM again, I''d rather not wake up...

    But regardless what he wanted, the boy could feel that his body was waking up from its slumber.

    I should open my eyes, I think I can do THAT much at least.

    With deliberate slowness, Elliot forced his eyelids apart, leaving behind the comforting darkness. The blurry image of the ceiling above greeted him. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting warm streaks across the room. He was still in Devereaux Hall.

    Elliot blinked, trying to focus, his heartbeat quickening as he struggled to piece together the fragmented memories. His head ached dully, but the confusion gnawed at him more than any physical discomfort.

    "Oh... right, I remember now."

    I fainted while talking to Lucas.

    Elliot felt saddened for a second, until a sound¡ªa soft rustle of movement caught his attention. His gaze shifted, and he saw a figure sitting near the door, slumped in a chair. A boy, with tousled brown hair, dressed in servant¡¯s garb.

    It was Samuel, Elliot didn''t know the boy very well, but he does see him around with Devin every now and then.

    "Samuel?" Elliot''s voice was a raspy whisper, and the sound of it startled even him.

    The boy looked up, his face brightening instantly. "Master Elliot!" Samuel shot up from the chair, nearly knocking it over in his haste. His eyes were wide with relief and excitement. "You''re awake! You''re finally awake!"

    Elliot blinked again, trying to sit up, but his limbs felt too weak, his body still heavy with fatigue. "What... what happened? Why am I here?"

    "You fainted," Samuel explained, stepping closer. His tone was eager yet careful, as if afraid Elliot might slip back into unconsciousness. "It happened yesterday, you''ve been out of it for an entire day!. Everyone was so worried! The whole household went into panic!"

    "I see..." Was all Elliot said, his voice was still hoarse, his throat dry.

    So I caused a scene, again...

    If only I didn''t have this body.

    If only I didn''t have this sick heart.

    "I''m so glad you''re awake!" Samuel added, his relief spilling into a nervous laugh. "I-I''ll go tell the others! They''ll want to know you''re awake, especially her Grace!" He was already halfway to the door, pausing only for a brief glance back. "Don''t move too much, okay? I''ll be right back!"

    Before Elliot could respond, Samuel was gone, his hurried footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving Elliot alone with his swirling thoughts. He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. His body might still be weak, but at least he was awake.

    For now, anyway.

    <hr>

    The sound of hurried footsteps reached his ears before the door burst open. "Elliot! Oh, my dear Elliot!" Duchess Seraphina rushed into the room, her expression one of frantic relief, Isabella and Walter were right behind her.

    "M-Mother!" Elliot murmured, barely having time to react before his mother enveloped him in a tight embrace.

    "I was so worried!" Duchess Seraphina¡¯s voice shook as she pulled back, her hands cupping his face, inspecting him as if she needed to confirm he was truly there. Dark circles underlined her eyes, her skin pale. Elliot could tell she hasn''t slept since yesterday. "When I heard you fainted, I was so..."

    I¡¯m always causing her so much grief...

    Isabella followed her mother and approached Elliot''s bed.

    "Elliot, how are you feeling?" She asked, concern painting her face and voice. "Are you in pain?"

    "...No, Isabella. I''m feeling just fine, maybe a little tired, but that''s all." Elliot answered as he gave his sister a small smile. He was happy to see her.

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    "Are you sure?" Duchess Seraphina asked, her hands trembling as she released his face and held his hand instead. "You always try to put on a brave face, but I can see it in your eyes... don¡¯t hide this from me."

    "I¡¯m... not," Elliot replied, his voice quieter. "Really, I¡¯m fine."

    Walter, who had been standing at the edge of the room, finally stepped closer. His normally serious face softened, though his eyes stayed sharp, observing Elliot carefully. "Elliot, if you feel anything¡ªanything at all, like dizziness or chest pain¡ªyou need to let me know immediately." His voice was firm but kind. "You know I have some medical knowledge, or we can always summon the doctor again. We can¡¯t take any chances with your condition."

    Elliot nodded faintly. "I will. Thank you, Walter."

    They were all so worried about me...

    As Elliot thought that, his sweet green eyes turned towards Isabella. She stood just behind their mother, her lips pressed into a tight line, worry etched into every delicate feature.

    I wonder, how did she react when she heard I fainted? Did she cry? Did... Leopold hold her as she cried over me? I know it''s wrong to think that way, but I can''t help it.

    "Elliot..." Isabella wanted to embrace her younger brother, but he looked so frail to her, she was almost scared he''d shatter if she touched him.

    Duchess Seraphina placed a hand on his forehead, smoothing back his hair. "You¡¯re still warm... you need to rest more, my dear."

    "Mother..." Elliot began, but the words caught in his throat.

    "What happened, Elliot?" Isabella asked quietly, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. Her gaze never wavered off Elliot, her concern palpable. "Did something happen to make you faint? Did you overexert yourself?"

    Oh, so Lucas hasn''t told them what happened, huh...

    Elliot didn''t answer, he wasn''t sure what to say. So instead, he asked a question of his own.

    "Where¡¯s Lucas?" He asked finally, his voice barely above a whisper. He did find it a little strange how both his mother and sister are here, but his brother is nowhere to be seen..

    The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

    Duchess Seraphina¡¯s expression hardened instantly. "Lucas?" Her lips curled slightly, her tone filled with barely contained fury. "That boy is the reason this happened, I''m sure! I knew he¡¯d bring nothing but trouble!"

    Elliot blinked in confusion. "What? No, he¡ª"

    "I¡¯ve already forbid him from coming and seeing you!" Seraphina continued, her voice cutting like ice. "I won¡¯t have him near you again, filling your head with whatever nonsense led to this! You fainted while spending time with him, didn''t you? It''s not a coincidence!" Her eyes flashed with accusation. "He¡¯s not fit to be around you!"

    Elliot¡¯s chest tightened, but not from his condition¡ªthis was pure frustration. He tried to sit up, but his body was too weak, and all he managed was a small, tired glare. "Lucas had nothing to do with it! You don''t understand!"

    If I don''t have Lucas around me, then that''s another person leaving me behind!

    "Elliot," the Duchess started, but Elliot cut her off, his voice quiet but firm.

    "He didn¡¯t cause this! This is my problem, I''m the problem! My heart is the problem!" He clenched his fists, trembling from the effort.

    Duchess Seraphina''s lips pressed into a thin line, her face pale with a mixture of fear and anger. "Oh my sweet boy, he¡¯s not someone I want you be associating with..."

    "Mother, please," Elliot sighed. "You can''t forbid him from seeing me..."

    Isabella, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up with a shaky voice. "Mother, I don''t know what went down, but... Lucas couldn''t had possibly meant any harm. He really does care for Elliot."

    But the Duchess was unmoved. "Whether intentional or not. I won¡¯t allow THAT boy to be by Elliot¡¯s side while he''s going through a rough time! I won''t!"

    Elliot¡¯s heart sank. He felt utterly helpless, too tired to argue, too worn out to fight back as hard as he wanted to.

    A small, aching sadness filled his chest as he realized Lucas must have figured it out by now

    Lucas must know, he must know my secret, right? The secret I didn''t want him to discover...

    "I didn¡¯t want him to find out..." Elliot whispered, more to himself than to anyone else.

    Isabella glanced at him, her brow furrowing. "Elliot, are you... Still worried about Lucas knowing?"

    Elliot nodded faintly, unable to stop the wave of sorrow that washed over him. "I didn¡¯t want him to know I''m sick."

    <hr>

    Later that day, after the others had left to let Elliot get some much-needed rest, the door creaked open, and Lucas stepped quietly into the room.

    Elliot¡¯s eyes widened, genuinely surprised to see him. He really thought he won''t get to see Lucas until he''s out of this bed.

    "L-Lucas!" Elliot stammered, his voice betraying a mix of relief and disbelief.

    "...Elliot!" Lucas ran up to Elliot''s bed, where he rested. "I''ve wanted to see you ever since I heard you woke up, but..."

    "I-I know, my mother didn''t allow it, right?" Elliot spoke, nodding weakly. "How did... you get in? Did no one stop you? Mother didn¡¯t allow it, did she?"

    Lucas sighed, his expression a mixture of guilt and determination. "Isabella convinced the guards to let me through. She might get in trouble if the Duchess finds out, so I¡¯m not sure how long I can stay, but..." He trailed off, the words sticking in his throat. Elliot could see the hurt reflected in Lucas¡¯s blue eyes.

    For a moment, there was silence, thick and heavy with all the things left unsaid.

    "You can sit, you know..." Elliot pointed to a chair beside the bed, breaking the silence. Lucas nodded and sat down, his gaze still fixed on Elliot, full of worry and uncertainty.

    He''s not sure what to say, huh? I suppose I can''t blame him.

    "So you''ve... found out, right? About me, I mean." Elliot got straight to the point.

    Lucas nodded, his face full of pain. "I... I''ve head that you''re... sick. That you have..."

    "A sick heart" Elliot finished Lucas''s sentence. "That''s right... I''ve always been sickly, ever since I was born."

    "Elliot..."

    "I really didn''t want you to find out. Lucas, do you remember our little stroll through Bellacrest back when you first got here? Remember how you didn''t see me for days after we came back to Devereaux Hall?"

    Lucas nodded, he found that very strange back then.

    "The truth is, I fainted. It was really bad, but I didn''t want you to know, so I begged everyone to keep it a secret from you, to leave you in the dark." Elliot explained, leaving Lucas shocked.

    "Why didn''t you want me to find out?" Lucas asked, he wasn''t sure if he should or not, but he didn''t have time to think before he asked it.

    "Well...I suppose, when you''re known as the sickly boy all your life, it was so nice to have someone treat you like a normal boy." Elliot explained his honest feelings.

    I wonder, how does Lucas feel knowing I''ve hid this from him? Does it make him angry?

    "You know," Elliot continued, his voice calm but carrying a deep sadness. "Some doctors said it was a miracle I made it this far, that I¡¯ve lived this long."

    Lucas felt his heart twist with every word. It was one thing to know Elliot was sick, but to hear him speak about it so plainly¡ªlike it was a fact he¡¯d learned to live with¡ªwas almost too much to bear.

    "My heart," Elliot continued, "it¡¯s caused me so much trouble. If I ever ran too fast, or played, or laughed too hard, I''ll be risking fainting or worse. I¡¯ve watched other kids, kids my age, running around outside, making friends, having fun... But I¡¯ve never been able to join them. And because of that, I¡¯ve never really had many friends. The few I have are the sons of other noblemen, but considering my condition, I can''t really be part of their world most of the time. They are far removed from me."

    His gaze dropped to his hands, which rested limply on the bed. "Our father... the Duke... he¡¯s ashamed of me."

    Lucas¡¯s eyes widened. "What?! Ashamed? But why would he¡ª"

    "Because I¡¯m weak," Elliot interrupted, his voice carrying the weight of years of unspoken frustration. "I¡¯m suppose to be his heir, Lucas. But what kind of heir can¡¯t even stand on his own two feet? What kind of heir collapses from something as simple as a conversation?" He clenched his fists, his voice growing quieter. "I sometimes heard It¡¯s hard for him to show his face around other nobles because of me!"

    Lucas listened, horrified at the thought. "But... surely he doesn¡¯t blame you for something you can¡¯t control?"

    "He tries to hide it," Elliot admitted, "but I can see it in his eyes. Every time I fall ill, every time I faint in front of people, it¡¯s like I¡¯m letting him down all over again." His voice wavered slightly as he recalled painful memories. "There was this one time, during a ball... I fainted right in front of everyone, in the middle of one of his speeches. He was so furious, he didn¡¯t speak to me for weeks afterward. And then there are the whispers... people gossiping about how I¡¯ll never live long enough to inherit the title."

    Lucas¡¯s fists clenched at his sides, anger rising on Elliot¡¯s behalf. "You didn¡¯t choose this!"

    Elliot smiled faintly, though the sadness never left his eyes. "I know. But it doesn¡¯t change anything."

    He paused, his gaze softening as he looked out the window. "And because of my condition, I don¡¯t have many friends. I¡¯ve spent most of my life inside, too fragile to join the others. My only real friend has been my beloved sister, Isabella." His voice cracked at the mention of her. "She¡¯s been my everything. But now... She¡¯s slipping away too."

    Lucas frowned, sensing the deep hurt beneath Elliot¡¯s words. "You mean... because of Leopold?"

    Elliot¡¯s expression darkened. "Yes. He¡¯s taking her away from me. I know she deserves to be happy, to live her life, but... it¡¯s hard, Lucas. It¡¯s hard to see her with him, to watch her drift further away. I wanted her to stay with me forever, but that''s too much to ask, is it?"

    Sometimes I feel I would rather have someone stab me in the heart, even that would be less painful. I know it''s wrong to think that way, but I can''t help it.

    Lucas didn¡¯t know what to say. He could feel and understand Elliot¡¯s pain, could see how much it tore at him to lose the one person he felt truly connected to. Lucas understood it all too well, which is why it made it harder for him to find the right words.

    "But..." Elliot¡¯s voice broke the silence again, this time with a hint of determination. "There¡¯s one thing I want more than anything. I want to make my father proud. I want him to look at me and not see weakness, but strength. And... I believe the I can do that is by attending Cheveralie Academy. If I can get in, if I can do well there... Then maybe, just maybe, he¡¯ll see that I¡¯m more than just a sickly heir. That I¡¯m worthy of being his son."

    Lucas looked at Elliot, stunned by the quiet strength in his voice. Despite everything, despite his illness and the limitations it placed on him, Elliot still had dreams.

    "Elliot... I know you can do it. You¡¯re stronger than you think." Lucas spoke in a soft voice as he got up and gave Elliot a hug.

    Elliot smiled faintly. "I hope so."