We walked through the halls of the castle and all I could do was stare. Everything was the same, and it was unnerving. All of the portraits were the same, and I couldn’t help but stare at them as we walked past them. I could see the one of my father and his late wife, the woman who gave birth to Leon and Belinda. Then a family portrait of father and her, and my siblings. Then a separate portrait of just Belina and Leon, then one of father Belina and Leon. After that, it changed to father and my mother. Then Father, my mother, Belinda, and Leon. There was one of just my mother, and then it was just father, me, Belina and Leon in portraits. Looking at them now, studying them slowly as I walked down the hall, I could see it. The look in father’s eyes, the way he lost life from the portrait wi
