In the dimly lit room, candles flickered with a soft breeze wafting through the curtains.
There was silence between the mother and son duo. Cedric found the story absurd, Kaiden loved his mother. When he remembered the Kaiden he knew it was hard to believe.
That day, Eleanor had slashed his face because of Astrid's obsession, and Kaiden had walked by. He didn't even glance at him once.
If he had heard, maybe just maybe, he wasn't a Von Drakkar. It would explain why he was treated with indifference during his childhood.
He always sought his father's approval, which never came. The more he excelled, the more distant Kaiden grew until he stopped caring altogether.
"Raziel is a noble man," Cedric commented startling Elysia.
Elysia's face squeezed trying to understand him. She expected Cedric to be mad at Raziel, but he seemed rather calm, taking in everything.
