The Fangaria family still lived in a castle by old traditions in a modern world. The garden contained an orchard and a playground that stretched for miles. The castle itself was massive and elegant, bluish silver stone sparkled under the midday sun; at this specific time of day, even the darkest corners shone like a young maiden’s blissful hopes and futures. Over a hundred rooms, two servant’s quarters and one room for the slaves and whores scattered inside the walls of the picturesque castle.
There are eleven masters of the house: the king and father Vessuillus, his wife Cassandra Miriam and her newly adult sister, twenty-one-year-old Elaine. As well as seven children, five belonging to the king and queen, one six-year-old Alda Cassidy belonging to the gorgeous sister of the queen and one adoptive son Seth who was treated no better than a slave although he held the family name, but not the blood for ten of the 19 years of his life. Today the king and queen were on a business trip and in a moment, it became a child’s world.
Seth woke up the earliest making up the only thing in his room and took a shower before waking up his siblings and directing the maids on what they like for breakfast. His eldest brother of twenty, Alex took the head while his sister Elizebeth the same age as himself took the other.
It only took a matter of minutes for the rest of his siblings to finally come staggering in looking like models and monsters as they filled the table. Directly beside Seth sat Cameron, he was only sixteen but tall enough to be considered a grown man and the only one in the family that recognize Seth as human or at least spoke once in a while directly to him. Across from them sat the ‘Twins’ Gabriel and Gabriella, very mischievous and troublesome but because they’re the youngest at fifteen they tend to get away with just about anything. On top of that aside from what’s in their pants and their different color eyes, they are completely identical in physical appearance and motive.
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As the maids came in with afternoon breakfast small chatter broke out here and there, one that Seth found particularly interesting was one that he happens to overhear. Elizebeth was telling little Cassidy that when she is Queen, she will have a fine husband. The little girls face little up immediately, “will he be brave and nice like Seth?” she smiled one, that could melt gold not knowing she had just said something wrong in front of her big cousin, as Elizebeth answered with a stern unquestioning “NO!”, everyone looked for a moment but that was all because that was simply Elizebeth to get worked up over just about everything. “No” she repeated, “YOU CANNOT HAVE A HUSBAND LIKE SETH.” She nearly threw up just having to say his name. “He is an abomination to this household. His name should not even be uttered near me.” She huffed then stormed out unable to bear the sight of the child, put to near tears.
In the midst of the conversation, Seth slipped out, took his dish then walked around the castle halls enjoying the simple quiet someplace, if he could. slowly he started hearing echoes of a strange sound. He thought someone…. quite possible, a woman was in trouble or pain, so he ran to follow the sounds as it got louder he found himself in front of the harlots' chamber and through the window he saw his father and aunt was doing the ‘dance of the devil’……….