The Hysterical Plea of Lady Selena

MORTHAM MANSION

The exquisite and fine mansion that holds wealth in its structure forming a harmonious combination sheltered an oppressive atmosphere weighing discomfort to the servants of the mansion to scuttled away from the disturbing noises on the upper floor.

"EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU BOTH ACTED LIKE THAT? WHO IS THAT WOMAN, SEVYN?! " Lord Jedediah yelled to his wife, his hands curling painfully to the arms of the lady of the mansion.

"I-I don't know" Lady Sevyn didn't make an attempt to remove the grip of the Lord and instead fixed her gaze to the grit-framed picture of the amber-eyed little girl in the wall with her black hair beautifully cascading on her shoulders.

She almost didn't recognize the woman if not for her white hair and the mark on her upper arm. The woman's beauty was completely different from the child in the frame.