Lewis arrived in his home town on the evening of the day in achingly. Because he's been riding the train early in the morning, he's barely had time to rest to relax his muscles. But he successfully arrived on the platform in the capital's train station. He wanted to scream a delightful voice of a little coziness, then Lewis took the suitcase off from a shelf and walked out of the train carriage to the elegant platform of the capital's train station, but the most important thing now is that Lewis was so hungry that he couldn't move on. He was screaming hungry in his heart and could smell food all over the place like a dog that clearly smelled.
But in the end, he endured walking to the waiting area for the trip. He waved the driver to help lift this heavy bag. Then he comfortably sat in a shiny black car, and then slowly tell the driver to drop him off at his mansion by a voice that is almost absent from each other. Once the car's out, He didn't think anything other than 'hungry and hungry.' Now that he's more frustrated than at any moment, 'the more I endure, the more angry I am', the thought of it is, 'I'm starving, so why is my house so far away? I didn't want to go,' but I didn't realise it, and then he fell asleep for the rest of the trip.
After the wheels began to stop spinning in the fence, Lewis's mansion. He began to wake up with agitation and less hunger. He got out of the car unscathed, but someone caught him knowingly.
"Is Lord Lewis right?" Lewis didn't answer anything, but looked at the man who was holding him.
"Have you prepared your meal?" asked Lewis with a pale-gray face.
"It's done," he said.
Lewis smiled and made his way to the dining room with the last hustle. He sat down in his seat afterwards, laughing like a madman, and then the servants began to lift the symptoms out serve cuisine in a hurry. Lewis scoops up the food and eats comfortably and is full of all the tight stomachs.
Then a servant whispered in Lewis's ear until he made a bad face.
"Right now?" said Lewis.
"Sir. The Duke is waiting in his library."
"Do I really have to go with me?"
"I don't think so. The Duke seems in very a bad temper."
"Well," Lewis replied with a flat face like paper. Lewis began to get out of his seat and walk to the upper floors of his grandfather's book room mansion. He didn't really want to go to his grandfather because he was strict and he was more likely to order than listen. When I arrived on the doorstep of the study, Lewis is sweating and wants to walk as far away from this room as possible. He sighed, knocked on the door a few times, and waited momentarily for a call from the inside.
"Come in," a horrific low voice makes Lewis feel scared and chilled.
He opened that door and looked down all the time. He walked closer to the mitten seat where his grandfather was sitting. Lewi's grandfather looked at his nephew's face like a flesh-eater.
"Going to school isn't going to waste it, you're too indulgent. You have to take care of it." "First of all, why not learn what I recommend? You will have to continue to serve as the successor to the throne, acting as a toddler like an egg, knowing it, but not doing it," Lewis's grandfather drew in a hard voice, "not to cry and answer, yes." Lewis's grandfather painted in a voice so intense that Lewis could barely breathe.He looked at Lewis and started standing up, "Straight, back bent, over there, probably a lot away from good manners, making an example to the low-class people who took my money."
"Ma' no--", said Lewis
Lewis's grandfather fell silent, and began to approach Lewis, "a man forbidden to even whining and tearing up."
"I'm—"
"Me?"
"I-I just want to—"
"You don't even have the right to ask, listen to what I say, just have a duty to do what I say."
"But--"
Lewis's grandfather looked at his face with a cold face and slapped him to his face in a trembling way. Lewis almost collapsed to the ground.
"You have no right to ask for anything, you just follow and obey," his grandfather said, and he lashed out at Lewis' face, "go out."
Lewis then walked out of the library. He walked crying like a child to his bedroom. He could barely sleep on the mattress. So he sat at the head of the bed and opened the drawer. He took out something and cherished it. He looked closely at the figures that recorded his parents' faces and the little baby himself. There's a short message behind the picture that says,
[Lewis, our kid, two months ].
Lewis put that picture in the chest and cried, and he was always asleepafterward with tear.