Damian walked into the mansion that stood majestically. No one who sees it would ever mistake or forget it. It screams of wealth and Luxury, perfectly depicting the affluence of those who live within it.
The servants stood on the side as he walked through the long hall and up ahead was the butter, Alfred who had come to receive the Young Master and take him to where his father was seated, awaiting his arrival.
"Young master," the servants greeted him but he said nothing. Neither did he spare anyone a glance. He didn't know why he was called back here all of a sudden but he wanted to leave already.
Having the servants gather like this whenever he came around was something that he grew up with but he didn't like. It was something that was done for everyone in the family but mostly for the patriarch heir.
