Claire's POV
It was cold downstairs, but I simply could not miss breakfast. Walking down the marble white stairs and clutching on to the railing, I felt, discomfort? That couldn't be, this is my home. But why was I suddenly feeling as if I was empty and not at all like the girl my mother had raised. I frowned.
"Having troubled thoughts miss?" A familiar voice asked from the bottom of the stairs. I jumped a little bit and snapped out of my thought haze. I lifted my head to come in contact with an elderly set of warm eyes.
"You!" I exclaimed, a bit excited.
He pointed to he's chest and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Me?" He asked confused. I grinned at his antics.
"I know that voice!" You could hear the grin in my voice. I felt some happiness. He grinned also.
"You have much larger ears
