The study was dim and the rumbling clouds outside roared as a thunderbolt flashed across the sky.
Edward placed his phone on the desk and poured himself a cup of coffee. He then sat down on the chair with his legs crossed as he lost himself into the melody of the rain.
He loved this kind of weather.
Mikaelson, Edward’s grandfather named him Edward with the hopes of him emulating some of the famous british kings in history.
Mikaelson hoped that Edward would one day be revered and respected everywhere. He believed that Edward was destined for great things.
Come to think of it, Edward had only ever genuinely fallen in love once. And it was love at first sight. Edward remembered it like it was the day before.
It was the day of Anna’s birthday banquet. He had just rushed back from abroad and he was exhausted. He still recalled how he lay in the car just to get some shut-eye before going to the party.