The sleeping snake
Gregory’s POV
I walked down the long narrow corridor of the castle towards the hospital wing, although my brother had redecorated this place after my parents died it was still dated. The colour scheme had changed but the general feel of the place was the same; he had kept the eerie portraits up of our ancestors and I could feel their disapproving gaze following me as I walked by them.
Once I finally reached the wing I was greeted by the loud beeping of machinery, my gaze was fixed on the only occupied bed in the place, the one which my brother Axel resided. He was still lifeless and only being kept down thanks to a sleeping spell my witch had cast. I knew the first thing he would do if he woke up was punch me square in the face, although he was a vegetable I was
