VENOM
"A castle without a king," I muttered under my breath once my foot was set on the castle I was born and grew up in.
The castle that my ancestors built was a castle where countless kings and queens reigned. Where they made their families while filling every corner of it with bittersweet memories.
But for me, it's only a hollow house made of stone. Empty and useless.
Vague memories of my family and me walking around played in front of me. My brother and I are running around with our poor nannies trying to run after us as our mother scolds us while our father just sits there, uninterested. What annoys me most is that I can still clearly remember the sound of laughter we made. Even my deceased parents' voices, even after hundreds of years.
"Do not run around, or you might destroy t
