Damien was walking inside the elegant hallway-- with his face so serious and his jaw continuously clennching. With every stride he makes, he can feel the rush of emotions and makes his blood rein.
"Where is the matriarch?" he asked when the guard in front of her majestic office has stopped. It was that arboretum at the top of the mansion, where the sunlight can freely move and roam around.
"She said she doesn't like to have any visitor at the moment, Young Master," the guard nodded as had prepared himself for any repercussion he is about to had in a while.
"I'd like to see her now." his jaw clenched with every word he uttered and move a step forward to show hia dominance. "Move. Now."
"I apologize, young master, but the matriarch orders are absolute," he answered but because Damien's
