EDITED.
"In their demise, I'll find my peace. They'll pay for every tear they caused. Their betrayal will be their end. I am the storm that will consume them." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE MORNING lights beamed through the room as Luella softly opened her eyes. She blinked her tired and heavy eyes as she slowly looked around the room.
On her bed was Archibald, who sat cross-legged, reading a book. The front page title was written in Hacdani. She took the time to check his features, and she noticed, Ozed had some features that could make him his biological son and not his adopted son.
It was probably the reason why no one in the social community contested to it when the grand duke announced that the boy he found nowhere would inherit his title.
They both truly have similarities.
"Stop staring. It is making the hairs on my back stand awkwardly." Archibald said, not turning to look at her as he mindlessly flipped the page of his book.
