Isaak
IsaakIt had been four years since I’d been in this house. Mansion. Four years for me but just over one month for my family. Too soon to expect anything to have changed. The thick marble of the place still gleamed like a beacon. Built to withstand the blistering desert sun and constant heat, it was built with thick stone quarried from the region’s vast mines. It held in the coolness while large windows in every room offered views. While I liked things simple and kept furnishings to a minimum, it lacked for nothing. Just like any household that was part of High Councilor Henrick’s family. While nothing had changed, not a piece of furniture moved, it looked different. I was different. I’d had a staff, a full contingency of servants befitting a rich son of a High Councilor, but when I’d
