Aleister could not find Duke Maverick in his room.
From the outside, it looked like the castle was on fire but the inner chambers had icicles as he used his powers earlier when the ministers were badgering him. The hallways were frozen too.
He raked his fingers in his hair and walked towards the court but his footsteps came to a halt when he was about to pass through the hallway that led to his room.
A few days ago, Esme mentioned an underground chamber.
As the thought crossed his mind, he turned around and strode towards the hallway behind his room.
He glanced at the walls. There were paintings of his ancestors there. As Aleister looked at all those males, the question that he had suppressed in his head as a child rose again.
All the men of Visteria… all their ancestors had these ink-black eyes, including the late King but he shared barely any few resemblances with them. Why?
