In the far distance of the castle lurked an impenetrable stone tower. It was ancient with only two windows and didn't belong in the modern era. But it was all that Dorothy needed and knew about. Her mentality was still stuck in the aristocratic era, where women wore long dresses and men carried swords.
Dorothy was writing a final letter for her desperate grandson. Elias thought she was a hindrance to him, not knowing she held the key to solve all of his problems. In her impeccably neat handwriting, she confessed the truth that could save his future.
"My job is done," Dorothy finally said to herself, touching the paper with a slight frown.
Her husband's dying wish was for her to take care of House Luxton. Her husband begged Dorothy to stay long enough in this world to ensure there would be an heir after Elias. House Luxton had been longstanding and around since the start of time. Their prestige was limitless and their power was immeasurable.
