Episode 2

The duke was a married man, he says it was a drunken night, only one and only, with a woman from the slums, a woman, who knew no courtesy, no manners.

But she was beautiful as the others called her the night raven.

She had raven dark hair and beautiful purple eyes, the colour was close to pink, but it was slightly darker than that.

She was a street dancer, they said, never spent a night with a man!

But that day was different, the duke was drunk, she was working for a noble, she couldn't refuse.

She got pregnant, brought into the house, lived there like a dead mouse.

The baby was born, a second born, how cruel.

He wasn't the heir, nor was he the youngest, he was an illegitimate.

Rossalyna was an upright woman, she fought for her baby boy.

The boy looked the same as she did, raven dark hair, but his eyes, they were pink, not purple, not in between, they were pink.

He didn't look a bit like a Glacie, maybe a curse, maybe a blessing.

Rossalyna, amidst trying the best she could, fell ill and died slowly after.

The boy stayed alone, without a soul to love him.

The oldest son, Astar, treated him as if he didn't exist.

The duchess simply ignored him or yelled at him for his poor behaviour.

The second youngest, Gassiris Glacie, the daughter, laughed at him.

The youngest, Staris Glacie, simply didn't look at him, or when he did, he told lies and blamed Castiel for anything that came to mind.

Family of the wicked.

Castile stayed true to his beliefs and his mother's words, he stayed kind and believed that a day was to come, a day that would change his life forever.

He was right, it did come, but he had to give away something in return.

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The royal families were invited to the Glacie ball.

Everyone was expected to be on time. Castiel was supposed to stay hidden, out of sight.

He put on some normal clothes, that weren't tattered and short.

They weren't as glorious as the rest of the family's, but it was meant to be like that, not to catch anyone's eye, look like a servant in the house.

Castiel walked outside, he wasn't supposed to be there, but he wanted to try those delicious treats they put out every ball, he never had one.

"I hope no one notices me."

Castile looked around, everyone was busy with their own things.

"Haa...this is supposed to last for a while week, so stupid."

He didn't get why nobles enjoyed such things.

He quickly ran into the kitchen and snatched some treats, he ran up the stairs and locked the room from inside.

"Hehe." he chuckled and shoved the food down his throat.

"Awww.... they're soo good." he spoke with full mouth.

He plopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"How boring, why don't they kick me out if they don't want me here?"

Castiel pondered out loud.

"They treat me worse than a dog and expect me to stay put?"

He pouted, he hated staying inside this room. It might've been big and spacious and whatever, but it wasn't his.

"Those bastards must be enjoying themselves right now."

He rolled his eyes and closed them. He was tired after a day full of work and labor.

He was meant to help with the work of servants.

How mean, he thought.

To be continued...

Guys! I think I'm going too fast! WHAAAAAT?!

I don't know why... I'll try to slow down a bit and explain the story more...

Anyways, don't kill me for the names, I literally run out of ideas, I have no fantasy name ideas anymore!

Thank you for reading!

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