Boring the same shadow as his father; amber eyes and snow-white locks. The young heir who masked a straight face and eyes that never wavered upon meeting the amber orbs of his fickle father, fearless and composed, unlike the men and women who fear his monstrous father. He knew well of the nature of his father. The bloodstained hands the man earned by slaying countless souls will never lay a finger upon his own flesh and blood.

For a ten-year-old boy to never show any hint of emotion nor terror towards the fearsome lord, was something people of the manor cannot ever comprehend. How could such a young boy, who was supposed to be a naïve, innocent, and expressive soul become so aloof, got the people questioned in disbelief, the mouth of words flew, carrying rumours of the young heir to be the next tyrant once he succeeded his father in future? The news caused an uproar within and beyond the manor wall, leaving the servants, especially those who were serving the family, feeling uneasy.

Upon hearing the irresistible uncertain rumours that spread like wildfire, animosity from the suffering villagers increased with the nerve-racking thought creating in their mind, ‘Another tyrant ? We’ll die at this point if this continues. God, please save us from this nightmare.’ They cried to the higher being since voicing out will cost them their life, afraid to repeat the past mistakes where the rebellion took place and they were massacred by the lord alone for opposing him.