Lady Andromeda Crowel liked to keep things clean and organized—everything in its proper place and sight. When news of an ill-bred child came along… but the child was a male, she loathed it. Him. Whatever.
There were certain dislikes that one couldn't exactly erase.
The House Crowel would have succumbed to a fall if she hadn't been around and yet where was the thanks that she deserved? Already, the title of becoming the head of the house would be given to her younger and less prepared brother—so it was fair that she spent most of her days outside of the House.
And yet sometimes, no matter how insufferable the situation was cut out to be… Andromeda had to think about it from a logical standpoint. It wasn't the boy's fault that he was born or that his mother slept with her father.
Perhaps it was a mistake that he was born, but he didn't ask for it.
